And Away We Go

This past weekend me and a crew of my friends went camping Yes I said it CAMPING. We titled the weekend Negros go Camping...and Cristy. Seeing as how we did have one extremely ethnic caucasion on the trip with us. LOL!! So it went well overall. Am I suprised? Hmm no not really. I think the only issues were community property vs. indiviual property, setting up the tents lack of football skills, daddy long legs, racist Jersey Boys, rain and possibly horny couples.

Starting with the first one community property vs. individual property. Sounds weird considerin gthat we are not talking about divorce. But it was thought out before the trip that everyone would be responsible for bringing certain items for the group. Really just food. Maria and Jason were on breakfast duty. Cristy, Sarah and Nick were on lunch duty. Oronde and I were on dinner duty and Sefako on dessert. Liquor was on your own except that some of us shared with the group and others weren't really trying to fork over the goods. Some people brought chairs for themselves while others kept them in their trunk, lol leaving those who brought chairs without seats. Some helped clean up community areas and others only cleaned up individual areas. Are you catching my drift? Anyways nothing was really done or said about any of these things but seeing as how this ismy blog I am letting it out that I noticed the shit. Moving on...

Setting up the tents proved to be a challenge. All these smart black people...and Cristy and it proved to be a challenge. We put up our tent first it went ok considering I was shouting out tehe directions the entire time. Moving to do Sefako's tent was just heart breaking. She had the smaller version of our tent but as we were putting it together the two main tent poles broke. I just hope that Sefi remembers to raise all hell at Target when she goes to return the tent. Then it was time for cristy's cathedral of a tent.this monstrosity could not have been any more confusing. This tent had rooms. WTF. I will not elaborate except to say that I sat back yelled out the directions and drank my Colt 45.

Are you ready for some football? Well I was if only I could've stayed on my damn feet. I was running around like it was nobody's business. But playing football in Jordan's (yes those are basketball sneakers) was not very helpful to my game. it actually kept me on he floor with a potentially dislocated shoulder, a mulitude of grass stains, and many bruises on my leg. And if that weren't enough on my own my dear husband was so worried about me intercepting a ball that was being thrown to him that he literally tackled me. And yes I went right back down on the same side that I had fallen on the first 100 hundred times. My team had really well thought out plans that just never seemed to transpire. We only scored two touchdowns and really Jason scored both of them and they were sneaky. We have to do better next time.

While the idea of camping is something that is fun to me the actually camping is only ok. It's not because of the tenting or trees or strange noises and odd park rangers..it's the bugs. I DON'T DO BUGS!!!! And it is one in particular the Daddy Long Legs. They fucking suck. They are eerie and creepy. It doesn't help to know that they are actually extrememly poisonous spiders that are just to weak to bite you and KILL YOU. What if there is one on steriods? You're done. They just crawl on you as if they have permission. Those long legs tip toe across the top of your tent. They are by far worse than slugs and those used to give me nightmares for years. (side note: For years slugs gave me nightmares after a mishap. My grandparents (RIP) used to have these BBQs t their house in Queens. My grandmother woul dmake the best ribs. i used to scarf down so many of them to the bone that I would wind up with heartburn. So one night I drank my pepto bismal at the age of 11 and I was standing at the back door when these slugs starting crawling on my bare feet. ugh..I'm itching just writing this. They were everywher slimy and creepy. I think it was my mom who cam and starting pouring salt all over them to make them go away but the damage was done. The fear was there. For at least a year afer that I used to have crazy nightmares that there were slugs in my bed. i would literally be crying and go and jump in my parents and even sometimes my brothers bed to escape the slugs that were not there of course. Of course I think I had my first kiss at 12 but was scared of slugs. Hmm..how did that work out. I was old enough to kiss a boy but was still sleeping in my parents bed because of imaginary slugs. I knew something was off with me..but even with kissing that I should have known better I remember being in Marthas Vineyard I must have been like 13 or 14 by now I had this crush on this boy Imani. he was a friend of my real crush at the time Keith who was the twin brother of my friend Lindsey. Anyways, I was dared to kiss Imani and I was so terrified so being me and never backing down from a challenge I ran back (since I had already walked away) and kissed Imani. Now that sounds boring but it wasn't. i didn't mention that I never slowed down my run when I went in for the kiss. This resulted in my biting Imani's lip and it proceeding to bleed. Can we say emabarassing? To make matters worse when I turned around to continue on my walk home there was a skunk. Needless to say I'm done with this story) So back to camping there is always some sort of wild animal that is there to torment me. Hopefully I will get over daddy long legs better than I did slugs because my parents bed is about 40 minuted away from here and I don't ven have a key to get in the door.

Now onto our racist Jersey Boy friends. They came to us looking for a good time. we welcomed them into our negro weekend with no problem. We learned things from one another. We played poker together and then they called us "you people". Enough said. We handled it accordingly...

Rain Rain go away come back another day. Preferibly when we are not camping. It poured our second night. We stayed dry but everyone else got wet. Jason even thought he was drowning at one point, LMAO!! To tie this into what could have been a very romantic evening for the 3 couples on thr trip. it was raining, shifty air mattresses and dirt does not equal romance.

So this is a lot to take in I realize. but it was fun I am eager and excited for the next trip to come. And yes Negros do camp and damn we do it so well!!