Derek comes from a family that camped. They loved to camp and they did it together, all 112 of them. Well it must have seemed like that many to their parents.
So he wanted to introduce me to the joys of camping. In my world, camping is something that you do only because you’re too drunk to drive to a decent motel. But I purchased a tent and a couple of camping mats. With everything going on right now we decided we’d give it a test-run in the back yard. That was ideal for several reasons not the least of which was being six big steps away from the house in case camping didn’t turn out to be all that.
Around 11:30 we grabbed our pillows and a light and out we went, giggling. The tent is supposed to sleep “2 or 3”. Well, they can’t possibly mean adult humans because a third one would have definitely had to be part of this marriage or someone would call the cops.
The camping mats are inch thick foam pads that never quite straighten out. They’ve been rolled a long time. I put a fitted sheet over them, another sheet and a blanket on top. We climbed into “bed” and tried to get comfortable. It was like the princess and the pea except she had several mattresses and could have found comfort if she just put her mind to it.
We lasted 7 minutes. We came back in the house, still giggling, and crawled into our comfortable bed that really sleeps two. While this doesn’t really prove anything I have learned that I can put up a tent on my own. Camping mats are not all they claim to be. And my idea of roughing it is still staying in a hotel that doesn’t have room service.
Two things: YOU were up at 11:30 pm? That’s pretty amazing! Secondly: 7 minutes? Did you just go out there to boink? LOL
Ha!!! I had fallen asleep on the couch during the NASCAR race and… believe me there was nothing going on in that 7 minutes besides giggling and shifting around in a desperate bid to find comfort!