I LOVE camping!!!

Campin! Campin Campin!
This weekend was SO much fricken fun.. Almost too much!

We arrived on Friday morning. It was gorgeous out side. Like, 90 degree gorgeous!
and, I (of course) immediately started drinking beers. I biked down by the river and basked in the sun til it went away.
*Now, I do want to segue here and just say.. I am a white girl. I DO NOT tan. So, basking in the sun is not really the greatest idea, but when your camping, getting drunk and hangin on the beach.... Well, need I say more?
N E Whoo.. Tore it up that first night. (to be honest, I don't really remember much about it either)Well, except somehow DANGER GIRL landed in the fire with me on top of her. She got a nasty burn while I escaped unscathed.. SO Sorry again bout that DANGER GIRL!
Got up the next day, had my mandatory Brandy Kahlua Coffee and started the day off just right.
SISTER, BROTHER and I rode 5 miles to the nearest bar and I had a really shitty Bloody Mary.
There is nothing worse than biking 5 miles in hot weather, the whole time dreaming of the type of Bloody Mary that makes you want to shit your pants, then getting there, all sweaty with anticipation and being totally disappointed.
Either way, I didn't let it deter me one bit. I slugged it down and switched to beer.A couple hours later we headed back to camp.
From there it gets pretty blurry..
I know at one point DANGER GIRL climbed a 10 foot tree to pee off of it.(successfully, I might add) Then I climbed it, and immediately fell into her pee. But, I wasn't gonna let it get the best if me. I got right back up there and fell right back off.
Then, SISTER and OTHER BROTHER decided (with our egging) to climb up and pretend they were monkeys. That lasted a few armpit scratches before the tree broke and they landed on their heads.
Poor OTHER BROTHER, he boar the brunt though. He landed on the broken tree stump and his face got smashed with the broken tree. ALL while I laughed so hard I almost pissed my pants.
After that debauchery I was about finished. I rode my bike back to my camp under the pretense of getting yet Another drink and instead snuggled into the back of the truck w/ MINI ME.
Oh yeah, while I was getting into the truck I farted. I then proceeded to drunkenly wake up MINI ME by lamenting to her... Over and over, " GOD! That smells SO bad!! Can you smell that?" Finally she yelled, "WE have established it smells bad! Now GO TO SLEEP!"
In the morning I woke up about 8am. I could barley move, I was broken, bruised, sun burned and I'm pretty sure I counted about 40 mosquito bites.
I was also convinced that death was going to take me in the form of a wicked ugly hangover.
Not to mention it was raining to beat the band.
Needless to say, we had our truck packed, the bikes hitched and were ready to skedaddle by 9am.
When I got home I spent the day in bed. Recovering.
It's now Tuesday and I am finally feeling human again.
I LOVE camping!!