Penetanguishene? Guavasheen? Guabashene? Oooh... Waubaushene.

So yesterday Kelly and I decide to give up our prissy attitudes and go to Waubaushene for a bonfire. Please bear in mind the type of girly high-maintenance people we are. So after a LONG drive (half hour from Barrie, my ass!), a stop at Mc D's and a makeup stop at Sunoco (you knew it was going to happen), we got lost. Also bear in mind that Kelly is the paranoid type who doesn't like to be the only car driving on an empty road in the middle of the night. At one point, I was driving and she started randomly shrieking; I nearly crashed. Turns out the roadkill at the side of the road was still half-alive. She kept insisting we lock the doors and didn't want to stop or slow down at any point. She insisted that we were going to end up hog-tied and that, 'We don't want to know what they do to foreigners up there!'. All of the guys that we'd talked to insisted that we couldn't miss the house, turns out we did. Got there eventually, finally convinced Kelly to get out of the car then pointed out the scenary for her ('Doesn't that look like the tree that the first victim was hanging from, y'know the gutted one, in 'Scream'?') Stepped in a puddle, almost into a volleyball net and finally made it to the fire. Steve is adorable. If you compliment his enormous dimples, he gets embarassed which means he smiles more, making the dimples even bigger. Really, really cute.