it's a celebration, bitches!
Wednesday, Sept. 01, 2004 @ 9:18 a.m.

our long weekend of tenting, making fires, cooking on sticks and drunkenly fending off animals, during which somehow nobody was drowned or dismembered, is now over. and i might be sad to see it go, if pam had never been involved.

pam, who sulked all weekend for attention. pam, who insisted half our group go to a club one night, and got so sick there that she threw up on our tent twice. pam, who took pictures of every-fucking-thing. pam. who couldn't camp if you pitched a tent in her ass.

after she left the second night, the trip was much better...except when the boys went skinnydipping fully sober at a public beach in broad daylight and may or may not have contracted swimmer's itch.

we went to another park. it stopped raining. the four of us (left with no edible meals) had dinner at st. huberts in quebec for hotjef's birthday. the boys ordered "le grand frisson" and pronounced it "le grand threesome", and everytime the waitress tried to explain something in french everyone--including her--looked to me for translation. bryan bought a twenty dollar beer glass (and then some beer) at a french IGA. a raccoon snuck into our tent and ate all of the marshmallows and chocolate and bread and corn and snuck out again before we realized he'd been there. the lake was fifty yards away. we had no neighbours. we woke up with the sun and slept in the car on the way home.

i can only imagine how much better the trip would have been if we'd just left pam out from the start. less touring and phototaking and whining...and more of what we went to do.

camping. it's a celebration, bitches!