Puntabulous

So I’m ready to share my quote-unquote camping pictures! Some of you may question whether what me and my friends did can technically be considered camping, but don’t judge us until after you’ve reviewed all the pictures.

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Here’s Robin.

Here’s Jenn and Aaron.

And here’s me!

Here’s the cabin we rented. Okay fine, maybe “cabin” isn’t the right word. How about “cottage”, does that work?

Here’s the view from our dock. Look at those rough seas!

This is a radiator that had washed up on our shore. No sign of Leo.

I never thought roughing it would be so hard. I mean really, no flatscreen?

And no cappuccino maker? What are we, barbarians?!

So you’re saying camping trips don’t always come equipped with high speed internet? Interesting.

This is where me and Aaron slept. At night he would read me passages from O magazine.

We did loads of swimming.

Almost like the statue of David. Slightly less muscular, slightly more pale.

The water was really shallow. This is us about a gajillion feet into the water.

Jenn’s going to kill me for posting this picture of her. The bottle is empy though. I was the trashy one that brought a beer into the water.

This is the infamous raft incident. You can watch the video of the event in the Videos section.

The hole. Sigh.

If you look at the upper right hand corner, you can see Robin floating around on an innertube.

We took a day trip to Montreal. Here we are crossing the border!

Aaron doesn’t go anywhere without Oprah!

This is how they spell “gas” in Canadian.

This is how they spell “ice”.

Here’s a sign that was in the gas station bathroom. It didn’t make much sense to me. I thought it was weird to wait until after I was done peeing to close the door (especially with my terrible stage fright!) but when in Canada, do as the Canadians do!

The Montreal skyline.

Some catherdral that I forget the name of.

Jenn and Aaron being holy.

Me being weird and blurry.

Here we have a picture of how the Canadians stole American architecture and design. I mean, I’m pretty sure Americans came up with the whole columns things first.

Silly Canadians! Cadillac isn’t a man, he’s a car!

In a French McDonalds. I love when there are random English words in the middle of foreign language paragraphs. “Garni de sauce RANCH cremeuse“.

I’ll give them this: Canadians have cuter walk signs than we have here in New York.

Ugh. Only in Canada would you have to tell people that they can’t pee on the streets. Gross.

This is us at lunch.

Snapples are longer and narrower in Canada. Phallic perhaps?

Oh! Speaking of Phallic! Look at this disgusting thing just hanging around in a Canadian store window! It’s a bottle opener!

And this!

And these! This wasn’t an adult shop either! Just a regular store on the side of the street. Canadians are perverts!

Random fish chair.

The most delicious crepes ever.

Yum!

Back in America! Canada was nice, but it had a bit too much universal health care for my taste.

And screw you Canadian money! Canadian stores accept American money, but give you Canadian change back. What the hell am I supposed to do with this? For kicks, I tried to see if a parking lot in Vermont would accept Canadian, money, but they said no. Canadians will accept American money, but Americans won’t accept Canadian money. It’s like Monopoly money to us!

Then me and Robin went to the worst aquarium in the world. Seriously, the above picture is the biggest fish we saw, and it was little over a foot long.

Dinosaurs at an aquarium? I’m not sure, but I’ll take it!

Raptors in the hizzy!

Metal outline of a cow? Yeah, I told you this aquarium sucked.

Robin playing with some kids’ toys.

And making freakish dinosaurs to scare the kiddies.

A lot of the tanks were so foggy we couldn’t see into them. Good job aquarium!

Shoes. That’s right, shoes.

Here’s Robin doing some research on how to make the aquarium less sucky.

Does eating three local children make me a localvore? Perhaps we’ll never know.

The highlight of the aquarium. The Black Crappie!

We visited the Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream factory! Sadly it had little resemblence to Willy Wonka’s factory, which is how I always imagined it.

But I did rekindle my love for Phish Food, which has reclaimed its status as my favorite ice cream, replacing Chubby Hubby.

Everyone was really excited about the factory tour.

Aaron didn’t stop smiling the whole time!

Jenn’s friend Leann lived in the area, and she came to visit us, and we built a fire. See! That’s like actual camping! Sadly, we all developed emphysema from the smoke intake.

We roasted marshmallows!

Yum!

Here’s me and Aaron doing the dishes. I’m pretty sure Robin and Jenn were out chopping wood, or strangling a bear with their bare hands at that time.

On our last day, we realized that we hadn’t taken a picture with all four of us in it. So we used the timer to the best of our abilities:

Take one!

Take two!

Third time’s a charm!

So that was my awesome camping adventure. Full of campfires, marshmallows, and high speed internet. Camping? I say yes!