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Sauble Barbie’s Emancipation

Last week Barbie told me a story of her co-worker, who owns a cottage in Sauble Beach, who we shall refer to as Sauble Barbie.

It turns out that the first Saturday in August there is an Emancipation Party held in Owen Sound, Ontario.  A follow-up party is held the next day in Sauble Beach.  Sauble Barbie was asked to go to the party on the Sunday, which is hosted by a couple who live near by.  In Sauble Barbie’s own words here’s what happened:

I was invited to an emancipation party but had no idea what that meant.   Apparently it is an annual celebration on the first Saturday of every August in Owen Sound and it is followed up by a celebration the next day (Sunday) in Sauble Beach.   A mixed race couple hosts the party in Sauble every year.   At the party on Sunday I thought I heard the reason for the celebration was because of the blacks involvement in the railroad.  So I thought they helped build the railroad.   Even though I couldn’t picture any railroad in Owen Sound.   A week later I was retelling my story and when I came to the part about the railroad and Ray (Sauble Barbie’s husband) stopped me and said “You’re joking right”.   He then went on to explain it was the “underground railroad where black slaves were smuggled to freedom”.   So the party was to celebrate freedom.   Can’t say I was ever a history buff.    But I did have a blast at the party.

I can honestly say I can only imagine something like this happening to the Barbie Gang.  But in the spirit of fair play here’s a link to black people actually building a railway in the movie “Blazing Saddles”.



Barbie’s 50th Post…and the Butter Tart Delirium

Wow, on March 9th 2011 when I started documenting the adventures of Barbie I never thought I’d get to this point.  The whole blog adventures came about when friends of ours, while listening to Barbie tell a story of her misadventures, laughed and said we should be documenting these stories.  Honestly I figured this would only be read by a few close friends and never figured that in 11 months I would have 50 stories, over 1250 views and stories emailed to me asking if they were blog worthy for guest appearances.  So ladies and gentlemen here is Barbie post number 50!


On New Year’s Eve Barbie and I were going to drive up to visit her cousin for another raucous night of partying to ring in the New Year which we almost didn’t see last year.  So we scrambled around packing up our clothes, sleeping gear, dog and alcohol (which is mandatory for New Year’s eve partying).  Once everything was packed, we loaded up the car and prepared for the hour-long drive to the ‘Party Mansion’.

We got less than a minute away when the familiar chimes of uncertainty rang out in the car.

“Did I lock the house up?”, Barbie asked.

“I dunno.  But I guess we’re turning around to check”

And turn around we did.  As we pulled up to the house, after clocking a whopping 2 minutes and 10 seconds of road tripping, I mentioned to Barbie, “Don’t forget to make sure you unplugged your straightening iron because I really don’t want to turn around in another 3 minutes”.  I got the nice little sideways glance that is unmistakable in its meaning of “Shut up arsehole”.

Twenty seconds later Barbie came back to the car, having checked and found that she had locked the door, and we were off again.  As we backed out of the driveway I would be lying if I said I wasn’t praying that we’d actually get out of the neighbourhood this time.  Let me tell you that you really need to be careful what you ask for.  We managed to make it out of the driveway and out of the neighbourhood.  In fact we made it an entire 4km before Barbie pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the road.

“What is it now?”, I asked.

“Um, I don’t know if I packed my glasses or contacts.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Well I changed make up bags and now I’m not sure”

“You changed make up bags?”

“Yeah, I was getting tired of the other one so I switched”

“And now you don’t know if you have your glasses or contacts, which were always in the other one”

“Um, yeah”, Barbie said.

“So you forgot if you locked the door, forgot if you packed your glasses and what else did you manage to forget?” I queried.

“Look, I ate that butter tart and now I’m all confused”


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