I am going camping!!
I have never gone camping, nor have I ever slept outside…hold it… nope, never. My childhood did have the occasional “tent” made out of my bed sheets or my mother’s table cloth, but it was always inside the safety of our apartment. I think we (my brother and I) were able to build one outside in the balcony by it might have been destroyed by rain… or the pigeon poop.
None the less, this Friday at 6am (or so I’ve been warned) my butt will be on a motorcycle (that’s right, a motorcycle) and heading off to only the driver and any other telepathic person know where. It’s a surprise. I once again have no control over this, and have only been given the hint that it’ll be a six hour ride from Ponte Vedra Beach. I am nervous. Not only am I nervous, as a girl I have no clue as to what to bring!
The fact that we’ll be on a motorcycle only reinforces the obvious- I can only bring a book bag’s worth of things. Have I started packing? Nope. Have I thought about contacts or glasses? I have no clue. Should I wear only pants? Hell yeah!! I won’t be shaving! Hahaa! Gotta look at the bright side of life.
So who am I going with? A good friend, a rough and tumble kind of guy who likes adventure and making a girl like me nervous. Oh, and he’s scared of spiders. Good looking? Absolutely! Will there be sexual tension? Not one, thank the god man/woman upstairs. So this trip will be enjoyable. Yes, I know what I said, no sex is good. Since abstaining for my own good from the horizontal dance (although, I never understand why it’s called the “horizontal dance” since let’s be honest, good sex is not solely horizontal) I have been really happy, and figuring out what I like.
One of my co-workers thinks of this as a very romantic getaway. I say, it’s an adventure, a leap outside my comfort zone, and an opportunity to test my will power. I hope to take lots of pictures and video. I hope that aliens don’t abduct us, and I do hope that chiseled good looking Mike Rowe is somehow in the woods with us.
I hope you all enjoy your indoor plumbing… I don’t know how this is going to turn out for me since I don’t have my pee whisperer with me, and NO– a boy will not be a pee whisperer. We women need to keep some things private.