kayaking, and nature

On lake ontario this eve. perfect night for kayaks. i'm along as a fill-in at k's weekly staff event, in attendance at the harbourfront kayak and canoe club's 'social night'. there are easily 70 kayaks, singles and tandem, on the water.

after a bumpy start (i'm too short for the steering pedals which, though a cheat, are a total godsend), k and i hit our stride, get good, and i can start enjoying the sunset, the birds, the hilarity of 100 people in plastic cups on the water.

we pass drunken teens singing nickelback songs, i spot a night heron in a tree, the common ontario cigarette butt (white tip is male, the female is less showy with a brown butt), etc. we see a cluster of tents. k says, 'look, campers.' 'yeah,' i say, 'boy scouts?' k says 'i see a neckerchief. so it's either boy scouts, or an asshole convention." it turns out to be the former. boy scouts. one yells out to the cluster of kayaks. 'hey! where did you come from?'

loudly enough for k (but hopefully nobody else), i say, 'your mother's asshole'.

we laughed for about 10 minutes. i snorted.

i am a monster.