My girl

I had just moved to a new province and met the girl who would one day become my wife. Three days after arriving she took me over to her family’s farm on one of the local islands. I was playing it cool and tried endlessly to show her just how easy going I was. She walked me around the property, introduced me to the cows, showed me the pond where she used to swim, and retold stories of farm adventures at every turn. Back up at the house we decided to go up the mountain to an amazing viewpoint… as a new arrival I was stoked!

But then I learned about island life.

Without a care she pulled out a joint and gave it a light. Again, trying to be awesome I proclaimed that I was well experienced in the mary-jane and asked for my turn. Ya ya…that will make her like me!

Lesson 1: Nope…hadn’t smoked weed in a number of years so all tolerances were gone.

Lesson 2: BC weed is much stronger than the Ontario stuff I was used to.

We then hopped in her dad’s old Jeep and went on our merry way up the mountain road. I say road, but what it’s better described as is a partially washed away goat trail full of ruts, dips, and blind corners of death. But being a local who grew up taking this road she gunned it and explained that the only way to get up smoothly was to fly over the ruts. She raced up the hill attacking every corner like it was between her and a sushi dinner (her favorite).

But I, the new arrival, having just met this person, with my own control issues about driving, and stoned well beyond comfort level was absolutely losing it inside! But I still played it cool because, like I said, I’m awesome like that.

We got up to the top and went on a stroll…past the barriers and onto a cliff edge with peril one step away! Was this girl trying to kill me?! My brain was screaming “not ok! not ok! not ok!”, but kept my cool and proved just how awesome I am.

We bombed back down the mountain and got our way back to the farm for a nice meal. On the outside…such a cool and easy-going dude. On the inside…that was the most nerve-racking drive of my life! But she’s awesome and we got married 18 months later (I drove).