I just (read: yesterday) got back from a wondrous trip to N-Bay, which spanned from Thursday evening until Monday afternoon.
The purpose of my visit was threefold:
1. To visit with my family (including my aunt Ingrid from Germany)
2. To eat lots of food
3. To attend a bonafide N-Bay party, hosted by my parents.
I definitely accomplished all three objectives. And the state of my pants today is making me think that I maybe over achieved on objective number two.
It's hard being so ambitious, I tell you.
The visiting of the family was great. I hadn't seen Ingrid for many years, so when she came to N-Bay my family took the opportunity to catch her up to all the recent happenings (translation: force her to look at 8343989038 of my wedding photos).
My aunt's presence also helped me achieve objectives two and three. In other words, Ingrid was a catalyst for my increased carbohydrate intake over the weekend.
I have to say that I'm quite suspicious of the German drinking water. Ingrid simply does. not. age. It's quite eerie. I'd like to conduct an experiment to see if everyone in Germany remains in a constant form of stasis or if my aunt is just lucky. If anyone would like to help me conduct this important "research", send me an email and I'll tell you where to deposit the funds.
And Ingrid does not just look young. As my dad remarked on Monday morning when Ingrid was flitting around the kitchen, "You don't act like a regular granny". And it's true. For a mother of two, grandmother of five, Ingrid seems to have boundless stores of both enthusiasm and impishness.
Ingrid is definitely not one to sit quietly in the corner and call everyone "Dear". Well, I think she called me "Dear", but she was probably busy giving me a noogie at the same time.
Ingrid is like a bundle of effervescence, personality and happiness all wrapped up in one exuberant package.
And it's wonderful to see her and my dad interact. They've maintained a tight sibling bond across oceans and I know my dad just delights in her presence. They have an easy familiarity that's so nice to observe.
I have the same kind of relationship with my own brother and I hope that our closeness will grow and intensify over time.
(I apologize in advance, because this entry is all over the place. I blame the 23 cups of tea I've had today)
The N-Bay party is a phenomenon unlike any other. It's like a neighbourhood get-together on steroids.
I think, when the party was in full swing, just over 55 people were chattering away on the balcony of my parent's house.
After eating my fill of the appetizers spread all over the house, I managed to flit my way through several conversational clusters.
Here are some of the things I talked about that evening:
3. Growing tobacco
4. Hash brownies
Good times, good times.
The party this weekend made me think about my own neighbourhood and how, in some ways, we really don't fit the demographic of the area. We don't have kids and we don't have dogs.
What does everyone talk about? Kids and dogs.
I think I tried, once, to assimilate and talk about my cats and I was met with blank, uncomprehending stares.
It went something like this:
Them: Blah blah dogs and blah kids and haha blah kids!
Me: Sometimes, my giant striped cat rolls over on his back and I pet his belly.
Me: That's kind of dog-like behaviour!
After that one awkward interjection, I mostly keep to myself. I'm friendly and I don't actively throw rocks at any children (although I've been tempted...), but I don't make much of a concerted effort to interact on any meaningful level.
So, here is what we've learned from this post:
1. I like food (a lot)
2. I like Ingrid (a lot)
3. I've talked about hash brownies with a bunch of oldies
4. I am a bit of a neighbourhood hermit
PS: Ingrid, dad and I also went to Jedediah Island this weekend. On the way back, we checked our crab and prawn traps and actually caught stuff!
And I got over my fear of eating things that look the same dead as they did in life (ie: all manner of crustaceans).