This afternoon we got back from Inverloch, a place Kim had spent several summers in, romancing the local boys when in her early teens. Apparently the place hasn’t changed a great deal since then. We don’t see a lot of our friends nowdays because they all seem to have substantial kid commitments, and because we’re lazy. So the Inverloch (long) weekend was her plan to get some pals along to share a few days together. Each couple had their own cabin, and there was supposedly no pressure to spend all our time together. It worked out that we spent most of our time together anyway, so not a lot of my book got read. The highlights were a lazy afternoon down at the beach, where most of us got burnt in some way, and an evening of “Who wants to be a Millionarie” the DVD trivia game. It was all a bit short, and we were only really hitting our relaxed lazy mode this morning when we had to leave. Darn.
Big Daz plays uncle: 