A few years back when I was working in Muskoka a bunch of us went out on a Monday night Resort Night at the Kee to Bala. I’m not sure if you ever went to Bala when it was in its heyday…but it was wild. The night life still gets a bit crazy I’m sure, but these were the days when Monday nights were resort nights at the Kee, Wednesday nights were resort nights at the Bala Bay Inn and Friday/Saturdays were filled with concerts and awesomeness.
There was one Monday night in particular that started off on a crazy foot (we should have known it was going to end strangely). It was raining so hard, like smack you in the face hard and yet…we still needed to get to the bar. To help ensure our hair/outfits weren’t ruined, we thought that putting garbage bags on over our get-ups would help solve everything. See below:
The thing with Bala and being 22 is that no one wants to stay sober…everyone wants to drink. It’s just a fact of that part of life! So, being in a small town there were very few options of getting home: Get on a bus that takes you to another town and walk, a designated driver, or trying to catch one of the 2 cabs that works in the town.
This night we chose to try and catch a cab. At first there was a scramble to flag one down, but then luckily (or so we thought) a cab lady picked us up.
We needed to go to two stops – Jenn’s cottage first, then Melissas. When we dropped Jenn off she gave us her contribution and got out of the cab. The driver then insisted we pay her an additional $20 for making that one stop. It was absurd. We were trying to reason with the cab lady ($20 is A LOT of money when you’re 22) but when that happened she turned around and started to head back to Bala with Melissa and I terrified in the back seat. The crazy lady was driving over 100Km an hour in a 50 and when we got to Bala she pretty much threw us out of her cab without coming to a stop. What’s that all about? Never in my life have I seen someone go that crazy. The thing is, Melissa and I for the most part are good girls. We’re clean, polite and we’re not rude. So the woman’s behaviour was not only scary but it was uncalled for.
So there we were, stranded back in Bala. Again. We were starting to get a little stressed out because we were stranded with no where to go and no way to get anywhere.
Then like a rainbow through a storm we noticed a couple of police officers (who actually saw us getting thrown out of the cab). Now, usually I’m not this happy to see police officers (like when they point their radar gun at my car) but this time it was a sign from the skies! We went up to the police officers and told them the craziness that had just happened to us. The cop lady who was standing with the group ended up offering us a ride. She was so nice.
Here’s the kicker:
As we were about to get into the car, I looked at cop lady and seriously asked her if she could handcuff me because I thought it would be hilarious to get dropped off and uncuffed outside Melissa’s family cottage. What’s wrong with me? – clearly I’m a weirdo. She said no and then put Melissa and I into the back seat of her car. This was my first/last time in the backseat of a cop car so needless to say I was ecstatic. Melissa and I laughed and joked about the ridiculousness of our night, and when we got to her place, we convinced the cop lady to turn her lights on as we pulled up. It was awesome. Please remember though…it was 3:30 in the morning and Melissa’s cottage is in a nice family neighbourhood. So realistically it probably wasn’t our best idea, but goodness it’s a great memory!