So now that I've somewhat recovered from the camping trip over the weekend up on Rocky Gap National State park in Western Maryland (WAYYY Western), I can actually try to post something here. Things I've learned on this trip:

• Apparently I'm a 80 year old man named Mortimer trapped in a 30 year old body. I told my wife that if she didn't bring lunch to work she should go to the Whole Foods to get "a scoop of something" to which I will never live down now.


• I should also not open my mouth and say what is was just triggered off by a neuron in my mind, which lead to me spouting off about how someone could get an STD in their eye.


• If something so vulgar is said enough times and modified, it becomes less taboo and just something to giggle about. See if you can find our word of the weekend in the scrabble board.



• You can't rent a boat on the lake if there's an adventure race, because the racers hog all the boats.








• Beehive Mullets still exists out in the wild at places like Super Walmarts. Walmart has also become a piazza of sorts for the towns in the middle of nowhere to go and mix and mingle since there is a McDonald's inside.



• Staring at dancing fire for hours never seems to bore me.





• Coleman makes the most snuggly sleeping bags, but come with no directions on how you're going to squeeze it back into its tiny little carrying case

"Fuck off with your sofa units and serine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may." -Tyler Durden

I also had a very interesting conversation with H. aka Lady Danger about growing up (which is the loose theme of this blog) while we hung out and gathered wood for the campfire. From what LD deduced, life's journey itself is what we should be revelling in, but I find myself more focused on a destination, a goal. If I get there, it'll be better. That was I guess the jist of my old daily mantra, one that I'm trying to unglue myself from. All the pain, suffering, trials, tribulations, that's what life's about. Not the end result but the day to day crap. I guess I'm in this transitional phase where I'm trying to realign my outlook on life from one of expectations to just a life that I should just enjoy each day. What the big conundrum is for me is that the whole point of life is what me and most of my peers that grew up in suburbia have been trying to shy away from.

Which sort of is thrown into great conflict with how my parents did a lot to try to shelter me from all the pains of the world, which in turn brought on all these expectations and entitlement issues that I've been trying to come to terms with. I guess that's why getting thrown out into the real world was sort of a shock to me. I used to have a friend back in highschool that always said that I was priviledged and didn't know how good I had it. He was right, its because he's been through a lot, and he learned from it, while I did very little to attain the comfort I had. In the end, it really is sweeter if you get it yourself. What I don't get is, all this stuff we're hoping for, working towards, its to relieve ourselves from the same discomfort, pain, suffering we should be seeking, seeing how humanity itself is based on just that. This also seems to conflict with me wanting to win the lottery. Make no mistake, I still want to win the lottery. I guess its just a human condition and it confuses me to no end.

Other than that, there were lots of just relaxing and good times. And even though it looks like I spent most of my time there trying to film a dangly worm, I swear, it was just quality time with the people I care about, which for me and has always been a constant belief is really what life is about.