For the F^_^K of iT

on repeat: https://youtu.be/CeCfgPDoOUI

i am still overjoyed to be back to my hyper self mode. almost forgot how to make moments that seriously take your breath away. since my last staycation, i have been spinning in and out of bliss. looking back – feeling ultimately blessed, but yesterday i thought this is it. this day will make me go back down because i found myself feeling alone. it was canada day and i made no prior plans, my mom had a wedding, the bestie was out of town, babs already had a fam thing. the other girls didn’t message any plans (or asked for that matter). fam be half at cobourg, the other half doing get togethers. the boys – well one/two of them were in montreal and the other was already out and about and got sunburnt. all my part-timers (gin/m) already had plans too. all i wanted to do was bask in fireworks and bike…

after messaging a chosen few, i got a hold our randomer and he was down. we made our way to ashbridge bay. it was a hilly mission up there but once we did, it was all gravy. laid our towels busted out my cider-soju concoction, popcorn and dug our feet in the sand.

(vadyms feet is as white as a piece of paper)

lunch time i missioned to canadian tire in anticipation to riding by myself to watch fireworks. i needed night ride gears and another bike lock. my other bike was fully equipped for this but it’s at Vs and i had no access. grabbed a bag of popcorn and tried to find an automatic bubble gun. fail on the bubbles but that’s when my randomer messaged and was down for whatever i had in store. truthfully, i was prepared to go there on my own. #singlelife – i thought to myself, why the f**k not. what’s the worst that could happen. it’s not a place i’ve never been to, there’s going to be tons of people, i’m not too far away from home, it’s only a 35 minute bike ride. my mind was set, i was going to this canada day thing alone and i was going to write about my experience.

but instead i was with good company. this kid is a sweetheart, it was his first time at this city beach. he rode for over an hour because i was late. he enjoyed the ride, regardless. when we got there we dipped in the cold -but refreshing- lake water and the rest was just too funny. we were pretty far from the bathrooms but really close to the fireworks. wow, watching the fireworks that close while lying down on a towel was just next level. i definitely plan to do the exact spot every year (if i can moving forward) but then we had to pee… he went first. successfully. but when i went they’ve locked it. anyone who knows me, i can’t hold my bladder for too long and we didn’t want to leave just yet. we were trying to stargaze, waiting for more stars to come up and we were waiting to get kicked out. people were in and out of the water, so i took my shorts off let my dress down for cover and dipped in to pee. talk about #YOLO. phew. he needed to go again and convinced him to just do the same. finally the police crews were clearing up the beach. on the way to our bikes, we both had to go again (we shared 2 ciders + a bottle of soju + broke our seals = we were fcked). on the way to the bikes, i couldn’t hold it anymore so i sat on grass and just let it go. we saw the moon and it was just magnificent. now that i wonder about it, would we have noticed that moon had i not sat down (?) since i went in my shorts this time, we ran to the water again to dip our bottom halfs. he went too without having to remove his dry shorts. this guy biked home without underwear bwahahahaha just his shorts.

sat around for little bit to dry off as much as we can, realizing i had lost my slippers. at this point police were by the area we went the second time. they allowed us to go grab my slippers real quick. thank goodness i found them. phew. but then got to our bikes and found my back tire flat af. so guess who rode the bus/subway home with wet shorts from pee and lake waters… that’s right ME! – no shame. i was still buzzing from the soju but i got home that’s all that matters.

 

 

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