Did I have fun? Yeah!
Did I eat all the yummy things I don't allow myself at home? Yep!
Did I get back bedraggled and half dead, taking about a week each time to return to normal? You bet your ass.
Trying to have fun by doing much of nothing but hanging out and talking with friends left me damn near half dead for what felt like forever.
All the packing, the prepping, the being awesome. It's exhausting.
The best part about my last camping trip, until August for Burning Man, was being woken up by my younger campmates to Darude's Sandstorm at 8am. We had only gone to bed 4 hours earlier, which for me feels like walking death the rest of the day. These fools laughed like I did but looked good doing it, popping a bottle of champagne and planning the stupid shit they would do next.
I thought about how I was going to try and nap all day in 95 degree heat.
They thought about how they were not going to try and nap all day in 95 degree heat.
That's the difference when you're older; preserving your awesomeness or at least licking your wounds secretly while no one is the wiser, lest they find out and leave you for dead.
The constant mystery for me when it comes to camping is how the fuck I get burnt. Seriously.
I put on all the sunscreen, sit in the shade most the day, and yet as the sun sets I can feel that distinct you've-been-burnt chill on my skin that reminds me of not only how white I am but how the actual hell I even got sun kissed to begin with! I wouldn't put it past my younger, more clever campmates, to pull me out into the sun while I'm sleeping and then slide me back into the shade right as I'm waking up...
Truth be told I never took a nap around them, because I'm no quitter! It's also impossible to do even if you're in the shade. It's too fucking hot but moreso the time together is just too short and previus. So instead you grab a cold one from the cooler, take a swig from the champagne and sit in an inflatable pool like we did.
Nothing says yay fun time like sitting in sweat soup with 10 other grown ass adults. No wonder we were drinking; it wasn't to stay hydrated. It was to burn that memory out of our brains.
I certainly won't forget this one... there's also a 10 hour mix in case you just can't get enough.
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