You can take the boy out of the country…
I just got back from my weekend camping trip and am a little tired out. I went down after work on Friday and just got back a couple of hours ago. I had my own tent site and camped near Steve, Amanda, Larry, and Jennifer. Since I was able to get down to Utica (place we were camping) while it was still light out, I was able to get my tent up pretty quickly.
Well, ok, Mike managed to get my tent up pretty quickly, but I did help him. I apparently also needed help getting the air mattress pumped up as I forgot to make sure the plug was closed and was wondering why after a few minutes the bed wasn’t inflated. I actually did get help as a fellow camper wised me up and I was able to quickly figure things out.
I have found over the years that when it comes to things like this, I function best in a purely supervisory capacity. If you want things delegated, I can do it. A job needs to get done, let me help coordinate it and it will get done. Some people might call that being inept, I call it being crafty.
Anyway, aside from the couple of rain showers things went pretty well. We stayed up really late on Saturday night and Steve and I were really having a laugh-fest (which we do a lot when we get together). He just got married a couple of weeks ago and I can say that I give Amanda two thumbs up. Way to go Steve for not screwing this one up!
heh heh
As mentioned, I’m back home now and am doing the laundry from last week and the trip. I had to take a shower right away though as I was not able to take one earlier. I felt sweaty and a little gross, but I’m much better now.
I grew up in the rural parts of Lyndon (near Sterling, IL), but I think I’ve really changed a bit since living downtown and in the suburbs (Chicagoland). They say that you can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy.
Well thats total BS. Somewhere along the way I’ve abandoned the old me and become a city slicker. Although it was pretty fun camping with my friends and fellow barbershoppers, I think I’ll stick with my mantra of my idea of roughing it is a cheap motel (no, not an hourly one Steve).
Later…