Camping Weekend

Here it comes. The weekend of camping is approaching. I am trying to carefully plan how much food and other crap to take with me. No matter how you slice it, you always end up not bringing enough sausage.

You know how taking your dog along camping with you always seems like it's a good idea before you leave, and then after you've been at the campsite for say, 2 minutes, you realize the gigantic mistake you've made. I'm not talking about a weekend of just you and maybe your girlfriend either, because that usually works out just fine. It's the weekend trips with groups of other people when you should just leave the damn dog at home. No matter how awesome your dog is and no matter how well behaved, inevitably the runt is going to try spoiling your weekend and make you look like a jackass.

Yeah, I'm actually considering bringing my dog with me this weekend. The thing is, we haven't done some bonding in a while and I feel like I barely know him any more. I see him twice a day and he usually just wants to be fed before I begin ignoring him. I'm still on the fence about it right now.

I'm so looking forward to getting my drink on and then sitting too close to the camp fire, cursing like a pirate. I'll continue to be bitter about the whole Brewfest weekend shot to shit thing for as long as I'm not passed out. I just hope I'm able to stay sober enough to prop my tent up somewhere before nightfall. Yee haw.