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Home again, home again. And however the rest of the story goes.
I've spent the past three days in the Pine Barrens with a bunch of witches. Write up is as follows:
Friday (the 13th, nonetheless. Whose idea was it to go camping on Friday the 13th? Oh right...it was mine): I ignored my alarm clock, as is my usual habit. Despite the fact that I informed the Engineer the night before that I would not be doing this. I am unpredicatable, a loose cannon. Blar! He calls me, to let me know that he is also running late. So, with this short reprieve, I go back to bed and am only woken up when he rings the doorbell. eek. Frantic packing commences. And I manage to forget the following items: my kitty hat, the newsletter, UNDERWEAR, pajamas, and toothpaste.
Go me.
Before we go to the campsite, we have to hit WalMart and the bank, which winds up taking much longer than we had previously calculated. Arrival at the site winds up being inbetween four and five in the evening, when we had actually shot for around two pm. hee!
I would seem to have almost forgotten to mention the fact that we GOT LOST. Because Samaisha's directions SUCKED MONKEY ASS. A lovely tour of Lebanon State Forest is what we got, before we actually found the site.
Set up of the brand new tent commences, which is huge and sprawling. This thing is bigger than my frigging bedroom. Which isn't very difficult, if you know what my bedroom is and really think about it. Tent is now set, but the only people who are there are me, The Engineer, Samaisha, and Snorting Larry. The Priest They Called Him and the Scary Eyed Strange Guy still haven't shown up.
We wait around for quite some time, build a fire, wait some more, then begin to discuss the option of forgetting their dumb asses and get dinner without them. Samaisha and Snorting Larry run to the nearest store to get sandwiches and things to stick in the fire, like marshmallows and wood.
About half an hour after this (I am leaving out the cell phone conversations between TPTCH and Samaisha, which went on), TPTCH finally shows up and feeling mighty butch because he found the place on his own (we had set up a plan that The Engineer and Snorting Larry would drive up to the little store and wait for him there).
The Engineer eats too many marshmallows and feels a bit ill ( "But, they're so sweeeeeet!" in a Homer Simpson voice), I get hollared at for throwing marshmallows on the fire, we all ponder where the Scary Eyed Strange Guy has gotten to (I decided at one point that hicks kidnapped him and were showing him the joys of clutching your ankles and squealing like a pig), and then...
the Boy Scouts show up. I shit you not.
We are in an area where there are three group camp sites. We are camp site A. Follow the logical lines of logic, the two remaining camp sites are B and C. It kind of looks like this:
C parkinglot bathrooms
B road trail
A
When we see the first car load of people, the giggling starts. Who shows up at eleven o'clock at night to set up camp, we say? With a bunch of children, nonetheless. One of us, I don't remember who, makes the snarky comment about it being Boy Scouts and the wackiness which would ensue because of this.
Lo and behold, the car loads keep coming. And coming. And coming. It's beginning to look like a fucking procession, at this point. Our giggling is almost on the hysterical side, by now.
A bit after this, an older woman strolls over to us with introductions. Her name is Carol and yes, these are Boy Scouts. 35 of them. She also makes mention of some form of Boy Scout called the "WeBlow" (I don't know the real spelling) Infantile me has to bury my head in hands because I'm almost dying from laughter.
Midnight rolls around and Samaisha and I go on a trip to the bathrooms. On the way back, we spot Scary Eyed Strange Guy's big fucking truck and Carol standing near the driver's door looking at a map. We hail him (though I debated just letting him fuck it up on his own) and now he has to set /his/ tent up. In the dark. heee!
Typing this out has made me most weary, so I shall continue the narrative when I limber up.
I've spent the past three days in the Pine Barrens with a bunch of witches. Write up is as follows:
Friday (the 13th, nonetheless. Whose idea was it to go camping on Friday the 13th? Oh right...it was mine): I ignored my alarm clock, as is my usual habit. Despite the fact that I informed the Engineer the night before that I would not be doing this. I am unpredicatable, a loose cannon. Blar! He calls me, to let me know that he is also running late. So, with this short reprieve, I go back to bed and am only woken up when he rings the doorbell. eek. Frantic packing commences. And I manage to forget the following items: my kitty hat, the newsletter, UNDERWEAR, pajamas, and toothpaste.
Go me.
Before we go to the campsite, we have to hit WalMart and the bank, which winds up taking much longer than we had previously calculated. Arrival at the site winds up being inbetween four and five in the evening, when we had actually shot for around two pm. hee!
I would seem to have almost forgotten to mention the fact that we GOT LOST. Because Samaisha's directions SUCKED MONKEY ASS. A lovely tour of Lebanon State Forest is what we got, before we actually found the site.
Set up of the brand new tent commences, which is huge and sprawling. This thing is bigger than my frigging bedroom. Which isn't very difficult, if you know what my bedroom is and really think about it. Tent is now set, but the only people who are there are me, The Engineer, Samaisha, and Snorting Larry. The Priest They Called Him and the Scary Eyed Strange Guy still haven't shown up.
We wait around for quite some time, build a fire, wait some more, then begin to discuss the option of forgetting their dumb asses and get dinner without them. Samaisha and Snorting Larry run to the nearest store to get sandwiches and things to stick in the fire, like marshmallows and wood.
About half an hour after this (I am leaving out the cell phone conversations between TPTCH and Samaisha, which went on), TPTCH finally shows up and feeling mighty butch because he found the place on his own (we had set up a plan that The Engineer and Snorting Larry would drive up to the little store and wait for him there).
The Engineer eats too many marshmallows and feels a bit ill ( "But, they're so sweeeeeet!" in a Homer Simpson voice), I get hollared at for throwing marshmallows on the fire, we all ponder where the Scary Eyed Strange Guy has gotten to (I decided at one point that hicks kidnapped him and were showing him the joys of clutching your ankles and squealing like a pig), and then...
the Boy Scouts show up. I shit you not.
We are in an area where there are three group camp sites. We are camp site A. Follow the logical lines of logic, the two remaining camp sites are B and C. It kind of looks like this:
C parkinglot bathrooms
B road trail
A
When we see the first car load of people, the giggling starts. Who shows up at eleven o'clock at night to set up camp, we say? With a bunch of children, nonetheless. One of us, I don't remember who, makes the snarky comment about it being Boy Scouts and the wackiness which would ensue because of this.
Lo and behold, the car loads keep coming. And coming. And coming. It's beginning to look like a fucking procession, at this point. Our giggling is almost on the hysterical side, by now.
A bit after this, an older woman strolls over to us with introductions. Her name is Carol and yes, these are Boy Scouts. 35 of them. She also makes mention of some form of Boy Scout called the "WeBlow" (I don't know the real spelling) Infantile me has to bury my head in hands because I'm almost dying from laughter.
Midnight rolls around and Samaisha and I go on a trip to the bathrooms. On the way back, we spot Scary Eyed Strange Guy's big fucking truck and Carol standing near the driver's door looking at a map. We hail him (though I debated just letting him fuck it up on his own) and now he has to set /his/ tent up. In the dark. heee!
Typing this out has made me most weary, so I shall continue the narrative when I limber up.
