At this very moment, I should be at a camp ground in the middle of nothingness, but as you probably notice, I'm at least in a place with internet access. This weekend my school (or former school as I'm transferring in the fall) was hosting a "Silent Weekend", this thing where you're supposed to camp for 3 days and 2 nights and completely lose your voice in order to practice your signing. Now, I've never gone camping before in my life, the closest I've come to a tent before last night was the kind you make in your livingroom as a kid with blankets and couch cushions, but at the insistance of my friends, I thought I'd play along. My friend said I could stay in his tent with him and another friend (his current girlfriend) and promised me an air mattress- sounds solid, right?
Well firstly, the girlfriend is a really good friend of mine that I've known forever and she has never taken a sign class so the minute I got there she and I got so drunk we couldn't stop laughing at just about anything and everything. We completely missed the beginning of weekend meeting because we were hiding behind some bushes chain smoking (we were the only smokers there) and laughing our asses off. Shortly thereafter we got "in trouble" because we were obviously using our voices since she's ASL illiterate. Then the rain came. The entire place became one HUGE mud puddle, the catch, of course, is that I HATE being dirty. I wash my hands constantly if I think I might have come into contact with something icky and here I am, covered in mud with the closest running water being in some disgusting excuse for a bathroom a good 5 minute walk up a hill that was in all reality just a big mudslide. I tried my best to deal, but I was just NOT made for this kind of thing. I go back to the "Social Tent" to hang out with all of my friends and chit-chat which basically tuned into laughing at my prissy behavior, because, well, it really was pretty hysterical! At about midnight, my friend and I deside we're tired so we go to the tent and change for bed. I crawl onto this air matress which is up on a bed frame type thing... it damn near instantly deflates so there are bars digging into my back, my legs and my head. Not cool. I deside I can handle it... until the rain starts leaking a mist onto me. Within 10 minutes I had my shoes on and I booked it out of there. I lasted a whole 45 minutes in a tent. Go me!
I thought about going back today just for the day, but it's pouring rain and this body was made for pampering, NOT for sleeping practically outside with wierd noises all around on some sorry excuse for a bed with mud all over and absolutely no showers.
You all are probably wondering why I bothered to share this little story, and to be honest, I just think it's entertaining that I'm such a wuss. Hope you got at least a little giggle! I sure did!
Well firstly, the girlfriend is a really good friend of mine that I've known forever and she has never taken a sign class so the minute I got there she and I got so drunk we couldn't stop laughing at just about anything and everything. We completely missed the beginning of weekend meeting because we were hiding behind some bushes chain smoking (we were the only smokers there) and laughing our asses off. Shortly thereafter we got "in trouble" because we were obviously using our voices since she's ASL illiterate. Then the rain came. The entire place became one HUGE mud puddle, the catch, of course, is that I HATE being dirty. I wash my hands constantly if I think I might have come into contact with something icky and here I am, covered in mud with the closest running water being in some disgusting excuse for a bathroom a good 5 minute walk up a hill that was in all reality just a big mudslide. I tried my best to deal, but I was just NOT made for this kind of thing. I go back to the "Social Tent" to hang out with all of my friends and chit-chat which basically tuned into laughing at my prissy behavior, because, well, it really was pretty hysterical! At about midnight, my friend and I deside we're tired so we go to the tent and change for bed. I crawl onto this air matress which is up on a bed frame type thing... it damn near instantly deflates so there are bars digging into my back, my legs and my head. Not cool. I deside I can handle it... until the rain starts leaking a mist onto me. Within 10 minutes I had my shoes on and I booked it out of there. I lasted a whole 45 minutes in a tent. Go me!
I thought about going back today just for the day, but it's pouring rain and this body was made for pampering, NOT for sleeping practically outside with wierd noises all around on some sorry excuse for a bed with mud all over and absolutely no showers.
You all are probably wondering why I bothered to share this little story, and to be honest, I just think it's entertaining that I'm such a wuss. Hope you got at least a little giggle! I sure did!
You don't sound like the outdoors back to nature type. But, camping the the rain isn't fun. I have been there before, so you do have a legitimate excuse. Well, hope you can enjoy the rest of your weekend.
I never went camping before, i thought it sounded like fun but if there's raining, forget it 
at least u got a experience with mother nature. next time u will like camping better on dry weather.
It was way up high in the mountain, that's why it's freezing in October!
I guess I'm more like a "cave-woman." 
I love to be outdoor (not while I'm pregnant, no way). 
ChelEler. 