i went campin. with The Gang. twas quite amusingk. let's see, who all went.....brian friese, nathan cromer, tim wright, matt arnold, and carl foust on the boysage side, and me, christy sallee, melody taylor, michelle dunham, and kim veenkant on the girlsage side. we went out to Shades (of Death) State Park, its down by Turkey Run, and we camped last thursday, friday, and then left saturday around 4. lots of hiking, team challenges, knives and machetes, and displays of manhood. the ride down was fun, i was in brian's car shotgun, and tim, matt, and carl were in the backseat. brian + suzin = recipe for either annoyance or tons o' fun. there's variables i didnt include in the equation. let me backtrack.
(brian + suzin)/(your sense of humor)(how much you've slept lately) = a. funnage or b. extreme rage.
it's a work in progress.
yeah so on the way down we named brian's samurai sword 'Clare' and his left leg 'Sarah'. wow. yes. we really did that. so in the time after that, there was a lot of
"Sarah's chafing."
"Sarah is HAIRY!"
"Sarah looks mannish."
"Sarah is rather butch and muscular."
"Sarah smells like armpits."
usually in a Teen Girl Squad accent. though the Scottish accent was running rampant as well.
and yes, Sarah was named after Sarah Dignal.
the ride home was fun too. we ordered pizza in brian's scottish accent and then found out exactly how many breadsticks you can buy from fazoli's for $10. it's 36 breadsticks. and boy, is it worth it.
and in between the car rides, we discovered fire, hiked, cooked steak n potatos n carrots over the open flame, made bigger fire, slept in tents, listened to coyotes, hiked, and threw knives at each other. and if you were a guy, you peed in the woods a lot.
on our second day of hiking we were down by the river playing, and kim and christy went downriver to a little island area and cromer decided to throw his nalgene bottle with a knife and some other treasures in it out into the middle of the river to see if they would be able to retrieve it. after tossing it out there, he came to his senses and took off in k & c's direction to make certain they WOULD get the bottle. tim and matt also ripped off their pants and took off (its ok, there were shorts underneath. or i'd be freaking out too.) somewhere along the bank downriver (i think) cromer stepped on what we assume was broken beer bottles and sliced his foot open in a few places. matt carried him back to our little rocky beach area and christy the nursing major came and dressed his wounds with dewrag after washing them in the river water. oh, adventures.
since its been so long since it all happened and i'm tired of typing, i reckon that's all the camping adventures you get to hear from me for now.
hasta.
current mood:
bored
current music: "hello allison" scapegoat wax
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