| Whee campin'! |
[Sep. 20th, 2005|09:54 am] |
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Finally getting around to uploading my camping tale from the weekend.
I'm really way too tired to type out a litany of everything that happened this weekend, but a blow-by-blow summary? Sure, why not.
- Got a lot of writing done. Well, not a LOT but surely more than I've done lately.
- Read all of Caleb Carr's Killing Time today. If you want to hear more about that, let me know.
- Struck a match and had the flaming match head fly across the camper, an event that made me OMGWTF and search for the match head, which had apparently disappeared.
- We didn't have hot water for a while. Don't even ask. My dad is a moron.
- On Saturday morning, most of the members of our camping party (at least those who weren't asleep) went rummage saling. I, however, did not. Dad's parting words were "Hey, it looks like rain. See what you can do about that awning!" Well, as it turned out, what I could do was struggle like a jackass several times, but you have to give me credit-- not once did I even consider giving up. So strong was my perseverence that an older couple wandered over and proclaimed they had seen me struggling and could they help? Embarrassed, I said that no, when other members returned/got up, we would get it, but they said they could do it in no time-- they'd been eating their breakfast and wondering if I might use some help. They got said bastarding awning up in no time flat and wandered back to their camp. When my parents returned, I commanded them to go thank the good Samaritans. Turns out if I'd spent less time feeling like a fool and more time paying attention, I'd have recognized them-- they were the parents of someone Heather and I went to school with. I mean, we were in band and drama together. I went to a Christmas dance with him. The embarrassment simply grew at that point. Ah, well.
- Discovered that while my mother can stuff her camper full of eleventy million kinds of pots and pans, there is NOTHING PRACTICAL in that camper. For instance... no burn gel. That story will come later.
- Finally got hot water.
- Went to go fishing, which I had hoped would be a highlight of my weekend, only to find I had forgotten my fishing license at home. Don't get me started on the suckery of Indiana's fishing licenses this year, which I blame totally for me forgetting. Consolation was that fishing was not very good this weekend.
- When we get ready to leave, my father, who is often a prideful idiot, decided to dump hot water onto hot charcoal briquettes. If you don't know what happened, you're in the same boat my dad was in (though truthfully, he knew better): water + heat = steam, which will, in fact, burn you. POTS AND PANS, A TOASTER OVEN WE NEVER USE, EVERY TYPE OF CUTESY-ASS HAND TOWEL AND COORDINATED ACCESSORY YOU CAN THINK OF, BUT NO BURN RELIEF. HONESTLY. As I type this, he's driving and hissing and dipping his hands in ice. I don't know who's dumber, him or my mom.
- Also in the scheme of getting ready to leave was an escapade in which my father and I could not get the awning back UP. Different neighbor came by to help after taking pity on the hapless morons.
Anyway, am back home now and vastly grateful for it. Super tired, a little achy, but all in all, a good weekend. I also got an extra gig with the freelancing people-- proofing the magazine (ETA: the editing? Horrifying. These people write like idiots.). More hours = more money, even if I couldn't find the magazine at our local bookstores because our local bookstore employees are all asshats, can I get an amen?
I hope everyone had a good weekend. |
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