You can call us misled youth....

With all the craziness of the past few days I haven't even told you about my amazing weekend on Saltspring!

Saturday afternoon Cassia and I and our pal Amy took the ferry over to Amy's house to spend an awesome night at an awesome concert, Current Swell, the epitome of chill west coast music, on Saltspring, what more could you want?

So after arriving at Amy's rad house (which I intend to move in to somehow!) we gallivanted around the island, met her superb new pal Shannon, and after playing a large round of "Do, date or dump" we arrived at Beaver Point Hall.

Now our dear friend is a teacher and she was already concerned about this being an all ages show and man were her concerns justified for there was a high populace of drunken teenagers wearing "clothes" that resemble my dish rags at home and the doilies on my coffee table, but nevertheless we got in there, stuck our elbows out, and held our ground as these young groupies tried to steal our spots.

The best part of the night consisted of us "old ladies" making fun of certain peoples dance moves and just having fun, we were also greeted by some of our acquaintances from Duncan who were REALLY happy to see us as they were extremely inebriated.

As we arrived home we began complaining about our sore feet, ringing ears, and the fact that maybe we are a little old for this sort of thing ;)

We got in our sweatpants and decided to get to bed. Cassia and I got to check off a bucketlist item as we got to sleep in a MURPHY BED! Best ever!

The next morning we went to church and although the sermon was extremely long! The guest speaker they had was touching on some very good points and the worship team sang some amazing songs.

We decided to go for lunch at the treehouse as "Brenda's breads" more commonly know as "Barb's buns" was closed. As we crossed the road we saw Current Swell and we ran over saying that we were fans and that the show last night was rad, but unfortunately the guy we talked to was not so accommodating and kind of harshed our mellow.

When we got to the restaurant we had to wait outside for a table and this resulted in us playing peek-a-boo with a small boy and him giggling non stop, he then resorted to yelling at us to get down and hide and if we didn't comply he would get rather angry.

When we finally sat down he came over and kept telling us how "awkward" it was. It was extremely enjoyable, not so much for his mom though as she hadn't realized how high the sugar content in Orangina was.

As Cassia and I departed back to our slightly bigger island we commented on how glad we were that we were so beyond the drunken, doily shirt wearing stage of our lives and that it was rather sad and hurt our hearts to see girls stooping to that time and time again.

Nevertheless, we intend to go back.

Much love and Salty springs!-- Amy