Okay, so the camping trip is getting close. Tomorrow at noon I get to leave. Yesterday my dad called me at work and basically offered to buy me a tent for our trip (since, if you remember from former rants, matt's was never returned to him by his ex-boss). This is what it looks like.
I'm super-excited, but I'm getting more and more bummed by the day. Lauren is getting sick, and she may not be able to make it. I'm going to pump her full of echinacea tea, and hopefully she'll feel better by tomorrow. She really wants to go, so I'm actually pissed at her sickness. It just isn't fair. She was gonna be my chum. My fireside buddy. She was gonna smoke pot with me! Ok...maybe I was dreaming there...but still. Lauren knows how to camp the right way, unlike the boys we're going with. By that, I mean she's on my side. Matt and I have an ongoing battle over camping: the many different types of camping, and how each should be done. Lauren agrees with me on all points, and we're going to need each other. Boo.