This has nothing to do with real estate.

I’ve been away for four days, but it seems like a month.

My brain has yet to return to the working world, yet my blog is becoming stale with last weeks’ posts.

Until I can get back to focusing on real estate, these pics will have to tide you over…

When I was in Grade 7, at the age of twelve years old, my teacher remarked that I was “the next Alan Eagleson” when I took the initiative to rent the local hockey arena and charge my classmates a fee to play in an organized game.  This statement was made a couple of years before Eagleson went to jail…

I’m an organizer by nature, and since my brother is getting married on June 21st, I took it upon myself to organize his bachelor party.

Most people have no imagination, and a typical man’s bachelor party involves going to a bar, drinking to excess, paying a few working girls to do what they do best, and perhaps losing thousands of dollars at a casino.

I’ve never enjoyed anything that is “typical”…

A friend of mine had the idea to take all the boys up to his cottage for an entire weekend.  I absolutely LOVED this idea!  I’m not really the strippers & casino type, nor are most of my friends.  Instead, we decided to have a weekend filled with activities, reminiscent of being kids at a summer camp.

Briefly, here are a few key pics of our Thursday-to-Sunday adventure…

You know you’re “roughing it” when the “cottage” you stay in has crown mouldings, wainscotting, cherry hardwood floors, and even central-vaccuum!  Times certainly change…

I don’t have any actual pictures of the paintball, which was Friday’s activity, but this should give you an idea of how we felt afterwards…

Saturday, we played softball at the nicest diamond I’ve ever seen.  I even got to chalk the lines!

My little brother strutting his stuff, in a jersey with his own face on it!  The boys were surprised when I busted out the jerseys with our nicknames on the back and Neil’s caricature on the front…

Who made this wimpy little fire??  That’s not excessive enough!

Now that I’m in charge of the fire, I’d like to play Jenga with lit logs!  Still not big enough, however…

THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!  The fire was almost five feet high once I was finished.  I love being excessive!

What’s more excessive than eating 21 packs of bacon, 18 prime rib steaks, 330 eggs, 28 hamburgers, 24 sausages, and 18 bags of chips? How about roasting a pig?

Real men shoot guns, right?  Manly-men at a man’s weekend MUST shoot guns!

When we got tired of shooting the gun, we moved on to a bow & arrow…

This is probably the worst golf pose of anybody I’ve ever seen.  Oh wait, that’s me…

On the last night we ran out of hamburger buns, and somebody jokingly suggested we put the patties between two slices of pizza.  That’s a little excessive, no?  After the pizza-burgers, I knew it was time to go…

What a gorgeous weekend for a bachelor party!

16 guys in one cottage for over 72 hours, and there wasn’t a single, identifiable problem.

Well, perhaps there wasn’t enough MEAT to consume, and maybe the level of EXCESS wasn’t quite high enough, but I’d say that we made out pretty well.

All that’s left now is…..the wedding!