Camping: Beer and Sausages
Camp, camp, camp. :D
Delightfully random expidition to Waburton was undertaken by myself, mr. Julian, Adam, Sir Richington and Daniel.
Provisions:
1x Slab of Carlton Cold
1x Pack Sausages
1x Loaf bread
Many x SNACKS :)
Sitting around a campfire, drinking much beer, forgetting how to cook sausages but still able and willing to discuss Pink Floyd and the ability of the human race to cheat natural selection. I would say that we pretty much rock.
Things Steph forgot over the course of the night:
Location of Beer Garden
Location of tent (That's not the way! yes it... oh... car)
How to cook
Which beer was hers and which was not... sorry
To drink fucking water!!!
Needless to say, I was not a healthy girl in the morning, 14 beers do not leave my stomach and head in a happy state, especially when I get woken up nicely at eight in the morning by Jules screaming about the heat. He fails camping :(
This camp had all the things that should rightfully be involved in camps: Good music, guitars, long campfire rambles, beer and fantastic company :)
I smell like campfire and for some reason all my muscles hurt, night was great, full of hugs :) still loving hugs :)
When water can't even be kept down you can tell that you've really done a number on yourself :(
However, I'm much improved now, and also have developed the strong belief that in this particular company I'm basically accepted as a guy.
The jury's still out as to whether I'm pleased or disturbed about this fact...
Resting time for meeee now I believe, passing out doesn't count as sleep :(
Delightfully random expidition to Waburton was undertaken by myself, mr. Julian, Adam, Sir Richington and Daniel.
Provisions:
1x Slab of Carlton Cold
1x Pack Sausages
1x Loaf bread
Many x SNACKS :)
Sitting around a campfire, drinking much beer, forgetting how to cook sausages but still able and willing to discuss Pink Floyd and the ability of the human race to cheat natural selection. I would say that we pretty much rock.
Things Steph forgot over the course of the night:
Location of Beer Garden
Location of tent (That's not the way! yes it... oh... car)
How to cook
Which beer was hers and which was not... sorry
To drink fucking water!!!
Needless to say, I was not a healthy girl in the morning, 14 beers do not leave my stomach and head in a happy state, especially when I get woken up nicely at eight in the morning by Jules screaming about the heat. He fails camping :(
This camp had all the things that should rightfully be involved in camps: Good music, guitars, long campfire rambles, beer and fantastic company :)
I smell like campfire and for some reason all my muscles hurt, night was great, full of hugs :) still loving hugs :)
When water can't even be kept down you can tell that you've really done a number on yourself :(
However, I'm much improved now, and also have developed the strong belief that in this particular company I'm basically accepted as a guy.
The jury's still out as to whether I'm pleased or disturbed about this fact...
Resting time for meeee now I believe, passing out doesn't count as sleep :(