Camping Secrets

I may have recovered from the camping trip with the men. I did get in trouble for falling asleep at 9:15pm on the evening of our 17th anniversary, but Roamer kept me full of caffeine the next day. The weekend camping trip was like an extended Mega-Thursday night at Homer’s coffee – with sausages and marshmallows! As the fire burned brightly, topics covered included: secrets about our wives – star trek – local church politics – star wars – what a volvo is – Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy – all you never wanted to know about vasectomies – last star wars guys night out - what girl’s names are cool for BBs new daughter… then I performed a magic trick of sprinkling instant coffee from my fingers into the fire. The flames were supposed to shoot up and make everyone go “wow” but the powdered coffee was sticky and everyone was starin’ at me when the magic failed to materialize. I was thereafter known as Gandalf. Later, as the fire died down, we clambered into the tent and made jokes about spooning and sang love songs we remembered from the 80s. I missed Roamer, but I missed the carefree time with the boys the next couple of days (although I still have disturbing flashes of Forrest checking himself for ticks wearing nothing but a sock.) The next day, all the other guys got to pick what LOTR character they wanted to be on the hike, but I had to walk in back like Gandalf while Dust got to be Legolas. But he was very sprightly across the creeks.