It can certainly be said in many places around the world: “Any excuse for a party!” This can most certainly be said in Newfoundland. You don’t have to know many people to know about something being on the go every weekend. And if you need a little help from your friends to get things done? Typically you go beyond just beer & pizza. You throw a party.
My first June out here, I experienced my first “Shed Moving Party”. A couple of friends needed to move their shed several feet, so they threw a party.
It was a lovely sunny Sunday, and a huge shed, and things got a little creative and a little sketchy.
In the end, the shed was successfully relocated. I swear I didn’t just take pictures, I also added my body weight to the levering at one point.
Our hard work was rewarded with delicious drinks (grape martinis that tasted like grape popsicles… SO DELICIOUS. One shot vodka, one shot grape sour puss, top off with white grape juice), and BBQ (including my first try of moose sausage… mmm mmm good!).
It was a hilarious day. Truth be told, the boys did most of the work while the girls supervised (sometimes with our eyes closed because we thought someone was going to die. . . ). But we all did our share of drinking and eating!
I never knew sheds were such a reason to celebrate before I moved here. “Shed party” is a thing, trust me. “Pimp my Shed” is a thing, even. I’ve never been invited to another shed moving party, but I’ve been invited to a shed building party. Newfoundlanders like their sheds!
Of course, my friends and I don’t actually need a reason to celebrate on the weekends. But it doesn’t hurt!