August 1, 2006

  • Saturday, we went camping up in the mountains. Ok, my brother in law said they weren't actually mountains, but instead foothills, either way, they were big as hell. This is the first time I have been camping without my camping friends and not at Shotgun. My sister and her husband belong to some sort of group in which they play dress up and party like its 499 AD. They wear old clothes from then and give themselves nerdy little names. I guess, the best way to describe it is, its kinda like real life Dungeons and Dragons, but without the magical powers. They have a king and queen and a whole royal court and sparring with people. Honestly, it wasn't my cup of tea. It wasn't like I had a bad time, but I can't see myself doing this again. John would like something like this.


    A lot of the people here were pagans or wiccan. Pagans are friendly, kinda like the Amish, except they shower.


    Something's remain true no matter where you camp. For example, we were there for a couple of hours and it got very cloudy as we were still setting up a porch to our tent. Soon it started lightening and thundering (although, that goes without saying, they go together for those of you that aren't Al Roker) and was followed by rain and hail. That's right, we were it the mountains and it was not only pouring out, but also raining, proving once again that it "NEVER RAINS AT SHOTGUN!!!". 


    The oddest thing about camping up there, though, was that this was at higher elevation, actually close to 8000 feet. This was different for me. If I moved my head too fast, I would get dizzy and lightheaded. Also, walking up hill for a few minutes I would get out of breath. My brother in law said that if I were to drink up there, I would be drunk after half a beer. And being that I was going on about 6 hours sleep TOTAL for two nights and also being Two-Can Sam, I knew it wouldn't take much, but I still didn't drink, mainly because we didn't have any beer.


    Another thing that was very much like something we would do at Shotgun (although, we have never done this, why I don't know), for some reason, at night they taped a drunk guy onto a tree wearing only his underwear. He had a decent body, but by all means it wasn't perfect. Anywho, they took turns not only doing body shots off of him, but pouring other things on him too.


    Yesterday, we went to a water park. It was cool, I always love water parks and haven't been to one in a few years. My nieces wouldn't go down the water slides, so it left me to go by myself. They had a slide that you go down on your body and another one that you go down in a tube. Both were fast, but the body one just might have been the fastest one I have ever been on, it was fucking awesome. One time, though, I was going down this slide and towards the end of it is a tunnel. Every time I went in the tunnel, I would scream to let people know I was coming in case they were in front of the slide when I came out. Well, this particular time, as I got to the end, I saw a little girl (probably about 9 or 10 years old) right in front of the slide. I screamed "LOOK OUT!!!" but I don't think she ever saw me. I shot out of there so fast, there was nothing I could do. I smacked her right the fuck in the head with my foot. At least, I think I hit her head. I plunged under the water and quickly came up, searching for her. I was worried that I had knocked her out or done other damage. Her dad (or other adult male she knew) was right near her at the time. I turned and saw him asking her if she was ok. She was crying, but not bleeding and as he said, she was fine, but just scared. She wasn't the only one, for a few minutes, I was afraid to go back down the slide for fear of hitting somebody. But, since I'm a little guy, I knew that if she could take my hit, I wouldn't do considerable damage to anybody.


    After that I headed for the hot tub where there was a, well, for lack of a better term, hot guy sitting in there. It was just me and him and we kept eyeing each other. My niece Rachel came up to me and asked me if we were going to have lunch, I told her 5 minutes and she walked off. I turned to the cutie and said "kids" and with that, we started what amounted to about an hour long conversation about all sorts of things, including things one should never talk about, such as politics and religion. I have to wonder if he was gay, but I will never know now, because he was.............well, he was like 17, I didn't pursue anything any further.


    That's all for now, its almost breakfast time.

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