Sometimes I like to pretend to be outdoorsy and go do outdoorsy stuff.
This doesn’t happen often, but there are times that even I need to escape the concrete jungle of San Francisco and get in touch with nature.
Last weekend was one of those times.
So we went camping.
We only went for one night since I still wasn’t feeling so great, but I assure you it seemed longer.
It was hot hot hot so mostly we did a lot of this:
Then we would go back to the campsite and sit around and eat and drink.
Because it was so very hot, we were very thirsty. We quenched our thirst with beer, which resulted in a more than a few pictures that looked like this:
girlfriend sandwich woo hoo!
As the night went on, things got even more debaucherous and while I remember thinking “wow, this is so fun!” when I later saw pictures I thought “Dear God I should never go camping again!”
Because at the end of the night, I somehow ended up looking like this:That is a headlamp on my head and I’m fake crying because I just fell through the chair. Could I look any more disgusting? I think not.
Maybe camping just isn’t my thing?