Day 317 - Five Days Behind - Work no I need my nails done

So we were invited to a "car camping" trip over the weekend, and to be truthful I had no idea what "car camping" was.  The only time I went "car camping" I was about 20 years old and a group of friends decided we would go camping.  We got marshmellows and sticks and off we went to the park.  We were going to sleep under the stars eat marshmellows and sing campfire songs (oh yea and maybe have a beer or two.)  So we got to the camp and we parked the cars (there was about10 of us) we got out lit the fire and started singing dancing and just basically having a great time, until of course I had to go to the bathroom.  I asked where the bathrooms were and they pointed me over to this decrepit looking building, and I thought geez that doesn't look like it gets cleaned much.  As I walked in I got bowled over by the smell - it wasn't a damn restroom it was a bloody outhouse.  But I had had a beer and I really had to go - really really bad, so I forced my self to go, but was determined never to darken that doorstep again - which meant no more drinking for me.  As the night went on the revelry got more and more, but poor me had to sit it out because I just wasn't going in the place again - ever-no matter what.

As people started to pass out or just normally fall asleep I was left awake with a borrowed sleeping bag and a very uncomfortable looking picnic table (no way was I putting my precious body on that rocky ground.)

As I lay down, I knew right then and there that this was the absolutely last time I was ever going to camp - ever.  I lay there five minutes before getting up and going to the nearest car I opened the back door and found someone crashed in the back seat, so I opened the front door only to find another crashed there as well.   My girlfriend had driven up her Celica which didn't have a very big back seat and only bucket seats in the front.  I found someone in the back and someone in the passenger seat, so I ended up taking the drivers seat.  I didn't sleep very well that night and when it was time to get up, all I could think of was get me to a bathroom.  I canvassed around to find anyone who knew anyone within a five miles radius (which there was someones sister who did live close by) and forced my friend to drive me there.  It was a little after six when we went pounding on the door, they were annoyed, but I really really didn't care.   Not only did I use the bathroom, but I used the shower as well - desperate times calls for desperate measures.

So here I was 33 years later going camping, so the first thing I did to get ready was to get a manicure.  If you are going down you might as well go down looking good.