June 02, 2010

NEW CORDUROY PILLOW MAKES HEAD LINES

So Kate's in-laws (whom I call the Denys) go camping every Memorial Day weekend and call the event "Massacre." I think that should have been a sign.

First of all, I wasn't told there would be NO RUNNING WATER until days before the event, after I was already locked in, equipment secured (borrowed off of cousins and anyone else that knew what they were doing in the woods), bag packed (at least in my head), work notified. So the latrine was smelly and weird and FLIESOMG and ugh I am way too girly for camping.

Then there were the activities. Like Daniel Booneyhands. Which I did NOT RSVP for and do NOT regret not RSVPing for, but DO regret participating in. Mostly against my will. Daniel Booneyhands is a loose reinterpretation of Edward 40-hands, except that instead of duct-taping two 40s to your hands, you use Boone's Farm. (And pink duct tape, which is a way to fight cancer. They are very committed to philanthropy, those Denys). It ends exactly as poorly as you would imagine. Before we began one of the Denys dug a trench. That is foresight. There were 12 participants. Five needed use of the trench. (Including me.) Kate and I finished in what was an amazing sister to sister Booneyhandsoff at the last minute for the Ladies Division. Proud winner? YOURS TRULY. Many people claimed it was the most exciting part of the weekend. I do not disagree.

I haven't been able to take a look at the photos from this weekend yet and I am not real sure that it'll happen anytime soon. I need to let that Boone's Farm settle first. Which may never happen.

Other than those two hang-ups though, it was pretty fun. No poison ivy to report, which is AWESOME.

Will I do it again? I can see myself getting conned into this again, yes. Lord help me.

Up next? Columbus for the Memorial Tournament, one of my favorite weekends every year. Love.

5 comments:

Daniel said...

man BooneyHands sounds AWESOME!

sounds like you had a great weekend.

Unapologetically Mundane said...

DO YOU KNOW WHAT?! My roommate didn't send our census in. I completed my portion and left him instructions to fill out his portion and mail it in, but when I came home the other day, there was a form stuck to our mailbox about a census-taker needing to see us. UNBELIEVABLE! After I wrote an entire blog post about how dumb people are for not filling them out

Also, I hate camping.

Unapologetically Mundane said...

DO YOU KNOW WHAT?! My roommate didn't send our census in. I completed my portion and left him instructions to fill out his portion and mail it in, but when I came home the other day, there was a form stuck to our mailbox about a census-taker needing to see us. UNBELIEVABLE! After I wrote an entire blog post about how dumb people are for not filling them out

Also, I hate camping.

Unapologetically Mundane said...

Double comment!

Chris said...

Fill out your damned Census. FILL IT OUT FILL IT OUT FILL IT OUT.

There's a phone number on there. Not the LCO one, the Enumerator's phone number. Call it, and agree to a phone interview. KGREATTHANKS.

In other news, I'm almost done, which is fantaaaaaastic news.