I'M BACK.
OH. MY. GOD. FRIDAY NIGHT WAS INSANE. It was pouring with rain, and the wind was so strong that people were literally running around squealing and trying to stop tents and shelters from falling down.
It was some time around 10:00 or 11:00 when we'd finally got everything set up. We only had to put the food away, and I *might* have been so focused on the fact I could get out of my sodden clothes and into my nice warm sleeping bag that I *might* have forgotten to peg my tent down. And then there just *happened* to be extra strong gust of wind.
My tent didn't fall down, though. IT FUCKING BLEW AWAY.
THIS TENT:
WHICH HAPPENS TO BE ENORMOUS AND CONSIST OF A HUGE METAL FRAME AND A RIDICULOUSLY HEAVY PIECE OF CANVAS, BLEW AWAY. I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE. I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT HAPPENED.
I didn't get much sleep that night. It was pretty damn late by the time we'd turned it back over and replaced the part of the frame that had been bent when it slammed into the ground. After that we had to sort out our things, which had been jumbled and tossed everywhere in an attempt to fit them under a tarp that wasn't nearly big enough. Plus we had to find extra blankets, because our beds (along with everything else) were soaked. I lay awake for hours after that, freaking out whenever the wind blew. It felt like I was sleeping under twigs and tissue paper. u_u
And I haven't even mentioned how it nearly crashed into the tent next to us that happened to be a flimsy little dome tent (the kind that can easily be crushed, along with its occupants, who were inside it at the time.)
*facepalm*
Well, compared to that, the weekend was fairly uneventful. I was renamed O-BAAAAAA-ma (AKA the sheep president of the United States) by two of my little girl guide bbs, don't ask me why. They also decorated my hat:
And my face got sunburnt, despite the fact I started wearing it as soon as the sun finally came out.
We made a dishwashing station from sticks and ropes, which I am ridiculously proud of:
Random photos I took when I was supposed to be preparing dinner on Saturday:
More random photos:
And, in conclusion, the funniest conversation I had all weekend:
12-year-old: So I hear you married the rubbish bin.
Me: Oh, no. We broke up. He's still cheating on me with the recycling.
12-year-old: ... but didn't it die?
Me: *shrug* Necrophilia.
12-year-old: Huh? What? *thinks for a moment* YOU CAN DO THAT?
Me: Yeah. If you really want to.
12-year-old: *LOOKS HORRIFIED*
MAN. THAT WAS REALLY TL;DR. SORRY. I'M GONNA GO CATCH UP ON MY FLIST NOW.