blast from the pssst
guess what!? camping was GREAT. also, I/WE are a LOT more juvenile than i knew. we did some weird stuff. and nobody had sex because the others made cj and vanesa take down their two person sex-pod (or so it was called). anyway, i suppose you all know im juvenile. but i guess i didnt realize it was this bad------->>>>BAD
last night we all ate delicious beer brats and drank 30 pbrs. we were many of us trashed. we also got stoned in the tent. haha, it was all filled with smoke, chris called it a 'clam bake' which i had never heard of before. when we were done eating and all sitting around the fire we heard chris yell "GET OUT OF HERE, ASSHOLE!!" and we turned perplexed to see what the fuck it was. it turned out to be a RACOON that inspired an instant rivalry from chris (o'reilly, also there was laura and pat rios). the rest of the night the boys and sometimes me would jump up and throw things at the racoon whenever we heard it coming or saw it. cj was afraid it had rabies and was being protective. chris just HATED it, pat rios enjoyed the hunt i think, and i am just a boy deep down who is easily influenced by gang mentality. for a while i REALLY wanted to kill it! what the fuck is THAT!?
next day we ate delicious chorizo and egg corn tacos for b-fast and packed up everything except one tent, which we then 'clam-baked' again and got silly high. we all sat around the camp a little longer being silly. laura said 'harry potty' instead of harry potter on accident and everyone laughed. and now IM laughing again. we then packed full up and headed to the beach parking lot. there we watched this studly extreme sport type guys 'surf-sail' which is surfing with a huge fucking kite attached to your chest. they did jumps and stuff but were actually being suspended by the sail, so it was slo-mo, like matrix style.
ALSO, pat rios brought his OWN kite which was RAD. we spent two hours all of us taking turns with the kite and dive bombing the rest of us sitting around in the sand. laura actually got hit dead on. we all wondered if the strings could cut of our heads, but we didnt find out! at one point pat was trying to make the kite hover over us, and i played a game where i tried to catch it and jumped up in the air repeatedly until finally i did. i think pat let me.
other things we did: skipped stones, drank diet pepsi, at lots of chips, spilled lots of beer, used a space age grill, and made a zillion stops going both ways.
last night we all ate delicious beer brats and drank 30 pbrs. we were many of us trashed. we also got stoned in the tent. haha, it was all filled with smoke, chris called it a 'clam bake' which i had never heard of before. when we were done eating and all sitting around the fire we heard chris yell "GET OUT OF HERE, ASSHOLE!!" and we turned perplexed to see what the fuck it was. it turned out to be a RACOON that inspired an instant rivalry from chris (o'reilly, also there was laura and pat rios). the rest of the night the boys and sometimes me would jump up and throw things at the racoon whenever we heard it coming or saw it. cj was afraid it had rabies and was being protective. chris just HATED it, pat rios enjoyed the hunt i think, and i am just a boy deep down who is easily influenced by gang mentality. for a while i REALLY wanted to kill it! what the fuck is THAT!?
next day we ate delicious chorizo and egg corn tacos for b-fast and packed up everything except one tent, which we then 'clam-baked' again and got silly high. we all sat around the camp a little longer being silly. laura said 'harry potty' instead of harry potter on accident and everyone laughed. and now IM laughing again. we then packed full up and headed to the beach parking lot. there we watched this studly extreme sport type guys 'surf-sail' which is surfing with a huge fucking kite attached to your chest. they did jumps and stuff but were actually being suspended by the sail, so it was slo-mo, like matrix style.
ALSO, pat rios brought his OWN kite which was RAD. we spent two hours all of us taking turns with the kite and dive bombing the rest of us sitting around in the sand. laura actually got hit dead on. we all wondered if the strings could cut of our heads, but we didnt find out! at one point pat was trying to make the kite hover over us, and i played a game where i tried to catch it and jumped up in the air repeatedly until finally i did. i think pat let me.
other things we did: skipped stones, drank diet pepsi, at lots of chips, spilled lots of beer, used a space age grill, and made a zillion stops going both ways.