2010 Club Muskoka, ON

Memories from the weekend;

This year’s event was later than usual due to a golf game in Ireland. Nonetheless, the traditional Thursday night stat was upheld with Boomer (organizer), Cruiser, Mowbs and Harps showing up at Club Muskoka in Gravenhurst. Leo had packed the CRV to the tits with groceries (and communal smokes – a first) wine and beer so were well furnished for the weekend. Mowbs was the last to arrive which meant the volume and consumption was racketed up quite soon, with the signature drink of the weekend, Skinny Pirates. Leo embraced these a little too much, and ended up getting very still out on the deck. Chirping was in his future, but pride meant it was done in private. It was 3:30am when the rest of us Pirates went off to our lumpy beds, and the snoring began.

The next morning was a leisurely breakfast in preparation for afternoon golf at Taboo, a great golf course if you can hit it straight and far. So 50% of the foursome thoroughly enjoyed it. The losers (Leo, Mowbs) bought the winners (Leo , Harps) a few drinks and snack at Boston Pizza where we encountered some young lovelies at the bar which was to be, the only quality meat (see below) to been seen all weekend

Back to the cabins where we relaxed until Floyd arrived, who immediately started to bargain with yours truly for my new 18inch rims. His tractor beam like negotiating skills was almost sucked me in, but I managed to fight off the one way deal he was trying to foist on me.

So it was off to dinner back in town at nice Surf and Turf restaurant where we laid down a good base for a weekend of excess, then it was back to the cabin to welcome Daryl and Potsie into the fold. On the way we stopped for firewood and candy. Discussions intensified concerning Cruiser’s impending wedding, and that this was sufficient reason for him to take home the trophy. Even Scott grudgingly seemed to accept this possibility...but not officially just yet.

I don’t recall exactly when the porno videos first came on, but they ended up pretty much being a permanent fixture from then onwards, with the exception of a bit of Phil Mickelson who instructed us on the “hinge and hold” chipping technique (which did nothing for my game – see below).

The touch-and-go walk down to the bonfire pit down by the lake was worth it as an awesome fire took some of the serious chill out of the air. Yes, a September AOTW from now on (or even Spring it was proposed) was making a lot of sense to most. Paul then said it was time to share the candy he bought, which turned out to be a healthy dose of fireworks which no doubt won us some brownie points with other weekenders in the vicinity.

Saturday morning Rob Fleming showed up. If there was a trophy for most fit guy, Nob wins hands down...a quick look around would have revealed a few of us sucking in our guts.

By lunch time it was time to head off for The Main Event, nine holes of golf. It was a pleasant affair, at least weather wise. Leo, Potzie, Mowbs and Floyd managed a 2 under par to handily beat Cruiser’s team of Daryl, Rob, and the perennial underperformer, Harps.

Afterwards, it was back to the cabin where the group split off into card players and nappers (or at least card avoiders pretending to be sleeping). Leo, Mowbs, Rob, and Cruiser played texas hold'em The winner Mowbs, who took twenty dollars off each of the non-winners, said after his victory, “basically I was down to an 11 chip all in and then took em all down within 45 minutes.”

Once the card game was over and it was safe to come out, dinner preparations began.

Somewhere in the afternoon Leo introduced us to the concept of “Duck Butter”, a secretion found in and around the butt hole of Canadian men. This would appear to be London Ontario phenomenon as it was unknown to the other assholes.

That night, Costco proved they are capable of serving up a surprisingly decent steak and the usual fixings (baked potato, salad). After clean-up and watching some more vaginal gymnastics, it was back down to the fire pit with a bottle of Drambuie, beers and smokes. Nothing too eventful, although Mowbs did earn the nod as top entertainer of the evening. Thanks Dram.

Sunday started off with a swearing off of cigarettes (Leo), steak ‘n eggs, and snatch.

Mid day, it seemed we were all talked out and worn out, so we decided to give Cruiser the trophy, but of course we went through the motions of a vote, which yielded the expected outcome, but with a few rogue votes:

Cruiser 5

Mel 1

Mowbs 1

Potsie 1

After the downing of scotch by Scott, and the usual farewells, it was off to the cars to head home. But not before some minor drama as The Coney car failed to start. Mowbs was quick to dig out the (well equipped) emergency gear bag from the M6. When the jumper cables failed to do the trick, it started looking a bit grim for old Daryl. But then the owner of the lodge saved the day, with a few wiggles and relocations of jumper cables.

So all was well with the world once again, and the end to another successful AOTW. Thanks to Leo for manning up and putting it together.

Attendees:

Nob, Potsy, Boomer, Harps, Daryl, Scruise, Freud and Mowbs

Golf Champions:

Potsy, Leo, Mowbs and Freud. Potsy and Freud had to carry for those 2 hacks.