The Dilemma Inducing Cottage

So I spent the weekend at a friend's cottage, and as a result, I have a dilemma. I created this blog to force myself to write more, and to spin interesting yarns, not to be a public forum for personal angst or gossippy drama.

And yet, the weekend I have just survived at this cottage was chock full of both. And so I'm simmering with pithy jabs at my own personal troubles, and bubbling over with stories of other people's hijinks and dramas. I'm a little teapot.

But my own sense of privacy, and my respect for others leaves me with little to say about the weekend.

Here is what I can say:

1) 24 hour exposure to an ex is ouchy.

2) You cannot cook corn on the fire without first wrapping it in tin foil.

3) Strip poker or strip "anything" will always, always lead to trouble.

4) My dog had an awesome time and ate virtually none of the food I brought for him. And yet, every time I saw him, he was munching on something. Not the least of which was the last third of a big "s'more making" chocolate bar and half an ice cream sandwich I set down. I imagine that his ass exploded at some point, but if a dog's ass explodes in the forest, and no-one's there to see... then everybody wins. And his snacking continued all the way home. We stopped for gas, the pump jockey gave him a cookie. We stopped for coffee at Tim Hortons, he was given a Timbit. He's such a whore.

There. No names, no details. Just good, fair, generalizations. Just the way God intended.

Despite all this (or perhaps because of it) I would not have missed the cottage weekend for the world, it's an annual journey that has been a staple of my summers since 1999. The thing you learn quickly is that there will always be a little weirdness with that much booze and pot going around, and there will always be a few flashes of drama. Those of us who have weathered many trips take them for what they are.

What happens at the cottage, stays at the cottage.

But seriously. It makes for a difficult blog.