when i tell people what i am doing this weekend they generally say something like:
“ooh, sorry.” or “that’s kind of a drag.”
but they could not be more wronger.
what i’m doing this weekend is going up to my cousin’s property and camping with my extended family. this, is excellent times. we all really enjoy one another, and the activities usually include some or all of the following:
- drinking. lots. part of why we camp.
- laughing. also lots.
- fires. tall ones.
- copious amounts of amazing delicious foods.
- horsey rides.
- shooting.
- rambling walks through the national forest located up the road.
- fever pitch political/religious/social/psychological debates
- intoxicants of a more exotic variety.
- singing.
- mountain climbing.
- feats of strength.
oh, these times, they will be good.
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