August 15, 2005

  • Now, its time to write things about the trip that I forgot.

    Friday morning I went with Randy to buy ice. Taking advantage of the
    situation, it gave me a chance to use indoor pluming. While in the
    stall, I noticed the usual and typical writing on walls of the stall. I
    have always wondered why people write shit on bathroom stalls and it
    occurred to me: bordem. People get bored sitting there with nothing to
    do, so they write shit. Think about it, there usually is not writing
    over the urinals. Only in the stalls. The thing that is weird though,
    is who are these guys that take a pen to the bathroom with them? I
    mean, its not like they have a purse with them. This would have to be a
    pre-meditated thing. Honestly, who sits there and thinks "oh, I'm gonna
    take a shit in a public restroom and this is what I'm going to write on
    the stall." This is the only way the graffiti gets on the wall,
    people........no, guys..........guys think about what they are going to
    write the next time they are taking a shit in public. Which, brings the
    other disturbing point: they thought about it and the best they could
    come up with is "for a good time, call 555 6969" or "Michelle sucks a
    mean dick." All I know is that if I were planning on leaving something
    on a stall for the entertainment of the constipated, I sure as hell
    would come up with something better than "I fucked your mom."

    We had some people that camped next to us that were big pricks, almost
    as bad as the "WEST SIIIIIDE" assholes that were next to us in '97. I
    don't mind people being a bit loud or obnoxious, shit, I know we have
    been known to be loud in the past, but these people were rather
    annoying about it. First of all, they had a dog that they kept yelling
    at every 10 minutes and even had the audacity to make comments about
    Keith and Heather bringing a baby camping. Ok, I have been going
    camping for years and I have seen far more kids and babies camping than
    dogs.

    I don't know if I mentioned this before, but Keith and Heather video
    taped us going over the last waterfall. It kicks ass! If anybody wants
    to see it sometime, let me know, Heather is going to email it to me and
    I will attempt to (but probably fail) to download it to my computer.

    Overall, the kids were pretty good while we were camping. It was
    different with them there, but it still was a lot of fun. I did have a
    good time playing with the kids. Also, for Keith, it was as if things
    had come full cirlce. This is a tradition in his family, the kids are
    always brought to Shotgun Eddy's. Keith went we he was a kid. His
    cousin Scott has been going since he was 7 months old. And now, Nicole
    and David went. David kept eating dirt and anything else he could get
    his hands on. He also spent a good portion of the weekend tripping over
    the same damn tree root. He accidently touched the grill once, but at
    least he didn't know any better. My dumbass tried to get an onion off
    of the hot and on grill and managed to burn finger. You would think I
    would learn, but a little while later, I grabbed another onion from the
    grill, but this time I didn't burn myself.

    I'm trying to think of other things about the trip, but am at a loss. Oh well.