Waldo

Trouble Breathing
2004-08-29 22:01:28 (UTC)

Shittin in the woods

Ahhh...back from camping and man did I have a great time.
Good friends, good food, good beer, camp fire, nature. It
was so relaxing -- everything except the "Code Blue."
Friday night the campground had to shut down the bathrooms
closest to us because of water main problems. That's fine,
except that at about 4AM, I had a "Code Blue" -- aka attack
of the diarrea (we'd been drinking a lot of beer, greasy
hot dogs, soda, and whiffing through cigarettes like they
were on the Russian Black Market). Well "Code Blue" hits me
and I exit the tent, determined to find the other bathrooms
in the moonlight. I made it halfway down the campgrounds
before my body said, "Uh, uh, you're going now." I find
what I think is a secluded patch of woods and squat. But I
realize that I'll probably hit my pants in that position,
so I recline into the crab position .... and out it all
comes -- not in a semi quiet kind of way, but in a
SSSSQQUUUUUUEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSHHHHHH ..........
SSSSQQUUUUUUEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSHHHHHH that echoes in the
night. I'm already panicked, but then I hear zippers on
tents all around me going like crazy as people want to know
what kind of monster is on their campsite. So, unfinished,
I bolt -- pants still around my ankles, trying to make it
back to a safe place before anyone sees, still Squeeshing
as I run. Horrible. But luckily, I find a hidden place,
finish my business and clean myself off.

Just too good of a story NOT to tell.

Other campsite fun/humor:

--Geoff and Regina getting involved in the giggle loop
before bed.

--Playing dominoes with Rook, Karen and Reg.

--Winning poker with Mike, Karen, Rook and Reg.

--Waking Nathan from his Trooper.

--the sights and sounds of the "handicamp" next to us

--Sparky's toilet paper art down the mountain

--Frisbee with Mike and Geoff

--Mike's toxic farts

--Mike's nearly-failed attempt to escape the tent to pee.

--Yummy kabobs and smores

--Good conversation

It was lots o fun and I'm going to make a habit of camping
at least two-three times a year now that we have the
equipment.

In other news: Shortly before we left, Reg went out on the
balcony and found that our whole patio and window had been
paintballed. I have assumptions as to who may have done it.
Too many "random" things have happened to our home/vehicles
and I'm tired of it. Nuff said, though I know that this
childish behavior will continue. There are pics of this
latest incident on Reg's blog:

lafay.blogspot.com




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