Massies Mill Camping: Always In Tents

[jianantonic]

This camping trip was a smaller group than usual - just oobermeister, Ahren, and me. We also didn't have as much gear as we normally do. I thought everything was in my folks' garage, but all we found there was a camp chair. From the start, things really didn't go according to plan, and we had to do a lot of improvising.

For example, the animals weren't there when we arrived. Ahren was particularly upset that the horses weren't around. The only thing that would cheer him up was this:



We also didn't have any camping pots and pans, so we just shoved the fire to one side of the pit and stuck the beans right in there.





mmm, beans...

One thing we did get right was the fire. We never had any trouble keeping it going, and it was hotter than ever. It was so hot, in fact, that we couldn't get close enough to roast our marshmallows without burning ourselves. Then Danny had a great idea...



Ahren wanted to take this innovation one step further...


He roasted the whole s'more, cracker and all. We all thought this was a stupid idea.



See, he burned the shit out of the whole thing. Dumbass.

Then, in the morning, when our fire was out, Ahren wanted more s'mores. So he did some more improvising:


That's a zippo. I wouldn't let him smoke on the farm. He could live without the cigarettes, but not without the lighter. Weirdo.

So I haven't thought of a good way to weave all the stories together, and Danny had a schload of fun pictures, so I'm just going to post all the pictures I want and not worry about making a story out of it, mkay?

Adventures in kite-flying:






Danny can't get it up.





I'm only a little better.


Not only could I not keep the kite up, I couldn't keep my pants up. I've lost a good bit of weight since I bought these jeans, and I didn't think to bring a belt. Danny was determined to get a picture of my ass, but he was too slow. Haha!




Ahren is a fucking showoff.

Adventures in axe-wielding (though Kevin tells me this isn't technically an axe, but a maul):

Despite my previously-demonstrated prowess with a hatchet, the boys wouldn't let me play with the axe, because I'd also demonstrated a little too much prowess in breaking shit.


See? I break stuff.



Danny was pretty hot shit with that axe. But then Mr. Minnesota told us he was doing it all wrong.


Apparently, this is proper form.

Adventures in EXTREME ukelele:



Wait for it...




Someone yelled "Free Bird!"




This is what happens when you heckle the extreme ukelelist.

As a side note - I have this theory, and I'm sure it's not an original one, that all musicians make their sex face while performing. Not Danny, though. He makes his I'm taking a monster shit face:


Finis.

Comments

pix of camping

[(Anonymous)]

awesome picture journal, thanks Meg.
I am writing a blog now on www.voiceschoices.org
-Greg

[jianantonic.livejournal.com]

I didn't ask.

[oobermeister.livejournal.com]

actually, my monster shit face is my sex face while my sex face is my monster shit face. so in conclusion, when i'm taking a monster shit, i look like i'm having sex.

[jianantonic.livejournal.com]

sexy.

[bigonbnl.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on your pants falling down. That's quite an accomplishment, and one I also have my sights set on. :)

[jianantonic.livejournal.com]

Hams? Us? Really, we're just being ourselves. Honest.

[flamingophoenix.livejournal.com]

I suck the big one for not going camping with you guys enough. Well, FRFF is kind of like camping, right?

The Dilemma

[jianantonic.livejournal.com]

FRFF is camping, sure, but it's camping where other people will prepare the space for you before you even get there, and feed you, and mix your drinks, and you don't have to shit in the woods. And there are even showers, and restaurants.

My problem: vegetarian baked beans have become a camping tradition. They are surely one of my favorite foods at this point in my life. I will want them at FRFF. What I do not want at FRFF is to be blasting ass in the lobby while hanging out with Mike and Robbie, or to have poo problems in the portapotty. I like to limit my time in those things as much as possible. Oh, what to do, what to do.