Camping and Promethean
This last weekend I went camping with my father. It rocked mainly because there was so little about it.
Friday: The ride to the trailer was good, listened to the Brewers versus the Braves and stopped at a restaurant to eat (mmm Perfect Steak... mmmmm), and had a decent campfire that night.
Saturday: ...was basicly rummaging at a few (read: few dozen) rummage sales, junk shops, and whatever else. Then we went back to the trailer to have ribs, a camp fire, listen/watch the packergame, and just have a relaxing day.
Sunday: Worked around the trailer a bit, but had fun anyways. Then drove home, stopped off to grab some ice cream, and came home!
Promethean the Created should be here Tuesday or Wednesday.
Friday: The ride to the trailer was good, listened to the Brewers versus the Braves and stopped at a restaurant to eat (mmm Perfect Steak... mmmmm), and had a decent campfire that night.
Saturday: ...was basicly rummaging at a few (read: few dozen) rummage sales, junk shops, and whatever else. Then we went back to the trailer to have ribs, a camp fire, listen/watch the packergame, and just have a relaxing day.
Sunday: Worked around the trailer a bit, but had fun anyways. Then drove home, stopped off to grab some ice cream, and came home!
Promethean the Created should be here Tuesday or Wednesday.