I had a great time camping this weekend, despite the migraine & illness I carried on and off throughout the whole freaking trip.
Missed work on Friday due to feeling crappy and vomitty all day. Figured if I was going to feel like crap, I could do it just as well at a lake as I could at home, and while the thought of outhouses made me want to cry (and vomit), Justice & I found ourselves out at my dad & step-mother’s place in the evening ready to go. Damn the torpedos (And by “torpedos” I mean “vomit”), we’re going camping.
We arrived just after dark to a camp that was already wonderfully setup (my dad, brother, and some other jolly campers had arrived the day before and earlier in the day) so all we really had to do was pull up a chair in front of the fire and grab a beer. That’s my kind of camping.
Eventually, Justice & I retired to the tent that we were sharing with my 14 yr old brother who now towers over me by nearly a foot. Damnit all to hell.
I also had the unique experience of trying to explain my current living situation to parental units who are curious and interested in my life, which is nice, but the answer was rather difficult to quantify. “Um… well, we’re not in a relationship, really… but yeah, we live together… and um yes, there’s only one bedroom… no, it’s a bit more than just friends with benefits… well, if this were Facebook, I’d put it down as it’s complicated.” I ended up glossing over that a bit (although I suppose I could have just gone for the “has hot body, cannot stop the lusting” response), and concentrated on the fact that holy crap, the loft is gorgeous. Also, did I mention I have a Roomba? Wooo!
Anyway, it was a fun trip. Justice was generally pleasant and liked by all, which was nice. She didn’t even kill anyone! What a trooper. She did have the audacity to get me up at 6 in the morning on Sunday, and since I was sharing a tent with my brother, I decided to just up so only I had to suffer. I apologized to him later on for Justice sitting on him, and he had no knowledge of said indignity… man, and I thought I was a heavy sleeper. Evidently it’s genetic. Good to know that her morning growfs didn’t disturb him at all.
We even got some great off-leash running and splashing in the lake, which she liked, until she fell in, which she didn’t. You’ve never seen such a look of pure panic as a dog who doesn’t swim desperately trying to dig her nails into a rock so that she can get out of the damn water. Rocks are not easy to grip, it seems.
Also, there was a dead mouse. No camping trip is complete without a dead mouse. Who ATE MY COOKIES. I’m still seething about that. Stupid mouse.
Was nice to be home, though. Justice was with me, but I missed the other half of my family — Nick & Theobald were home alone. (Theobald counts! Is robot pet who cleans! LOVE THEOBALD!) But! We’re all back together… until Wednesday, when Nick vamooses for almost a week. May be bored, someone come visit me!