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erinmcfavorite

Camping Trip '05 Revisited

Oct 27, 2005 11:08

Okay, so the camping trip is getting close. Tomorrow at noon I get to leave. Yesterday my dad called me at work and basically offered to buy me a tent for our trip (since, if you remember from former rants, matt's was never returned to him by his ex-boss). This is what it looks like.

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movienight October 27 2005, 16:11:26 UTC

points of camping : like what?

erinmcfavorite October 27 2005, 16:35:51 UTC

well, matt thinks that "camping" is taking only what you need to survive that can fit in a pack on your back. lauren and i call that "backpacking." when i think of camping, i think of blow-up mattresses, tents you can somewhat stand upright in, a cooler in which to store non-freeze-dried food, perhaps a picnic table and fire pit, folding chairs, hot dogs and marshmallows roasted over the open fire...he thinks all that stuff is extra. in a camping situation, i feel relaxed. throw a blanket over my legs and give me a book, and i'm fine! i think he wants more afventure, and that is too much excitement for camping. adventure is reserved for backpacking, hiking, and other outdoorsy stuff like repeling and kayaking.

lixxlajoy October 27 2005, 18:43:41 UTC

you are right, matt is wrong. it is as simple as that. please give him my condolences on his inaccuracy about camping and i hope you all have a fabulous time! i wish i was with you!

movienight October 27 2005, 16:42:35 UTC

totally. damn i want to go kayaking or on a boat down a river for like a day. shit! next summer i want adventures.

but yea im all about going camping and sitting wrapped up with a joint and a guitar. shitttt.

erinmcfavorite October 27 2005, 18:44:04 UTC

and shrooms--oh yeah

very_hip October 27 2005, 19:27:44 UTC

what if i get really sick and you'll have to care for me out in the wilderness. can you picture it? after a long night of partying, everyone will wake up, get their bathroom breaks out of the way, starts roasting some "mud" (or "cofee" - as non campers, call it), then, looking around, you notice that baby sister isn't out with yall. you peek into my tent...where i sleep alone and unattractive...and see me shivering with my eyes rolled to the back of my head, boasting a temp of 108. taking care of baby sister in the wilderness.

it'll be soooo Little Women of us.