So what happens when we graduate? Friday morning I left for New Brunswick via Air Canada, as usual, arrived in Moncton meeting Jaime to drive me to Sackville. We checked in and frankly I went right to bed.

The following day we went shopping and then we prepared for our Senior Prom, which no doubt would be scandalously more fun than my original high school Prom of 2004. Although I was the Prom King that year, I had hell of a lot more fun at this one. The above photo reflects the old me, looking formal and sun-liten. That’s the flashback, back to reality now…

We were getting reading whilst staying in Edwards House, and I had a little too much to drink, I suppose; we headed over to Hestler Hall. I met up with some people I haven’t seen for a month, and would no doubt ever see again, and we danced the night away. I met up with Rosheen, Britney, Molly, and Alyson, sans Andrea who already moved to Banff, and hit the floor baby. As you can see, I certainly can bust a move, but ya’ll ain’t seen nothing yet.

After walking around in a drunken haze, I found Amber, my true lover from Ottawa. We spent the year in Strasbourg together, doing scandelous things, and since she was doing her thesis this year she was so busy and we rarely got to see each other. We managed to squeeze in a dance or two before the amazing DJ upstairs shut down and we headed downstairs to the sketchy pub.

The next day we decided to go to Joey’s for a celebratory dinner with Jaime, and Dorothy. We got a little hyper, and they had some sangrias while I pretended to be drinking, with water which was decked out with the garnishes of alcoholic beverages. All of this was leading up to Monday graduation where we would sit for hours and hours and listen to names.

I managed to find Natalie Monday Morning, my lover from French classes, and we hung out and caught up on what we were doing and took some photos. Although I didn’t take many photos at grad, since the camera failed and mother and Sharon were unable to function it correctly, I managed to squeeze away from the awkwardness of photos and get my diploma framed, and who did I see there, but Natalie, who begged me for a photo. Luckily it turned out, and we are all hot.

The following day we departed for Shediac where I had lobster for the first time in my life, as it is the lobster capital of the world… who knew? Anyways, we headed home Tuesday morning in a haze of 16 hour car ride, with the boring scenery of Canada in the spring. We nearly crashed in Montréal, but made it to sketchy Cornwall for food, and then home for the evening.

I haven’t been to a wedding since I was 7 years old, and that one was when I was in Göteborg, so it was quite different than Canadians seem to do it (or maybe just because I’m older)! Mom and I went into Orangeville on Friday to prepare for a suprised reception for my aunt and uncle who have been together for 25 years but only now decide to get married 🙂 My cousins Alison, her fiancé Bryan, and other cousin Cameron all were the ones to organize it, and my mom’s job was to take the two newly-weds and distract them for a few hours. She was successful and they had no idea that there was going to be a few huge tents on their farm property in the middle of nowhere!

So in my ‘grub’ clothes on and my aunt Vickie helping me which watching the two children run around terrorizing the 5 cats, we helped put up the tarps and set up the dinner placings while Alison and Camerson went to the wedding. The tent guys showed up late by 2 hours so we were panicing, and then before that when we went to pick up the cake they had forgot to make it so we were in a panic and arrived late. All turned out okay and everyone was happy when they arrived, since everything was perfect thanks to aunt Vickie and I 🙂

Alison and Cameron are what I consider my brother and sister, as we grew up together. Aunt Sharon and my mother are sisters, and they are more or less best friends so everytime that we went to their house or they came to ours we always wanted a sleepever so we would make sure the parents drank too much and then guilt trip them about drinking and driving. Despite the amount of times that we planned not to stay the night, it always turned out that way and we would be rebels and play Blinds-Mans-Bluff despite it being a forbidden game. We were crazy and reeked havoc on each other, with tickle attacks and sleepovers that I started to miss as we started to grow up and not see each other as often.

Having stated this, it’s been about 6 or 7 years since I hae seen Ali and Cam together. Usually one is working or moved out or something, so I was incredibly happy to see them both together and we had a blast, especially thanks to Ali’s fiancé Bryan who I have named the adopted brother 😉 Funny enough my bros and sis’ had a horrible and devious plan for me that I didn’t know about until it was too late!

They vowed that they were going to get me incredibly drunk since I’ve never done that before, and of course they didn’t tell me until it was dinner time, and it was too late anyways. I didn’t mind, since I was with family and they were drunk too, so I had about 19 glasses of punch spiked with champagne, and then some Aussie wines that were really dry. The result was me being drunk for the first time, and waking up relatively tired and cranky because of headache which I fixed with tons of water. They got me drunk, and tickled me until I was in pain, and then we just layed on the trampoline and had a good catching up which made me so happy, and I was lucky enough to meet Cam’s girlfriend Sylvia who was really nice too!

Our cousins from Kitchener-Waterloo came also, minus René who decided to be rebelious and move to Florida (to the chegring of mother and father) since he met the girl online and is getting married to her and living with her now. He was always a bizzare guy, but this just proves it and all the aunts and uncles can’t believe it since he was the nerdyiest of them all. Natalie (his sister) decided to bring a ‘friend’ who I think was named Chris and was an athlete like her. They totally fit together, and he was introduced as the ‘friend’ but we all knew that he was the boyfriend, but I coudln’t see how they could be dating. Aunt Bonnie and Gary would never allow that I imagine, so we eventually found out that they were in denial and told everyone that he was a friend just because they didn’t want anyone to think badly of her or Natalie.

None of us really cared since we were too drunk anyways but we named Chris ‘Dreamboat’ since he was fairly good-looking and ‘hunky’ as Bryan said. Having said this, he was a american-football player that met Natalie when they were playing real football on some team and he was the ref. He’s really short, but is really strong, but despite his ‘hunkyness’ I did notice that he had the grossest smile that was awkward and horrible to look at (sadly) and he had no personality! Aunt Vickie asked me about it, and commented that if I couldn’t get someone’s personality to come out, then they have none; so we figured that he was just a little bit weird. He finally decided to introduce himself to me (after finding out I was the favourite cousin) and shook my hand, only after joining in the tickle war with Ryan and Colin and the bros & sis’. I thought this to be weird, but whatever! The Botzang family is weird, so I will just ignore it and I figure that I will never see the guy around anyways so it’s not big deal!

Other than that, everything has been funny and I slept all day since I still had a hangover and slept like crap on the chesterfield. After I woke up I went on my run and took a different route, but since it was so hot out I wore very minimal clothing. I figured that since I have a nice body, I might as well flaunt it around; but too bad that everyone is away on vacation for the long weekend, that nobody saw! Oh well, and then I went to play tennis at the school and it was all good.

Mom went to another cottage to a friend of dad’s so I’m alone for the weekend. John and Marie (who’s not home) are having some people over at their house and I think it was 3 guys and a girlfriend who were gawking at me when I was on the back lawn stretching. I figure that I should have said hi, but they seemed drunk and I didn’t feel like dealing with 30 year olds who were drunk off their minds at 6pm. I might talk to them tomorrow when I’m in the back mowing the lawn and might ask them to come for a run, but if Marie isn’t home then I guess it will just be John, and I will be tired so we can do a short distance just so that he doesn’t keel over and die! 😉

PS: I will post pictures from it when Alison e-mails them to me 🙂