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I'll have to do the blog party visual blog another time...as I had already started on the first installment of my camping blog......

Disclaimer:  This is probably an R rated blog.  It is not offensive to me, but probably will be to you. Please do not proceed if you are easily offended. You have been warned.

Camping is fun! It was another first for me..........although I have "camped" (like in an RV camper), I have never "camped", like in a tent.  You know, "roughing it".

 Thursday after work,  I got home and made the dressing for my famous macaroni salad and baked 2 pans of cinnamon roll thingys. My BF gets home and it's time to "load up" for the 4th of July trip to Lake Bridgeport. We load an ENORMOUS amount of BLEEP in the truck. The tent. The propane burner. The coffee pot, coffee, 4 pillows, sheets, a blanket, the suitcase, makeup (mine only), a bicycle (BF said to "ride" to the toilets, 1/2 mile away), fruit salad, macaroni salad, 6 cases of beer in 4 coolers and 100 pounds of ice.  Oh, and the blow up mattress and floaties. Towels.  Garbage bags. Wet wipes. Toilet paper. You get the idea....................I DO want to be comfy while camping!

We leave Dallas at like 5:30, and traffic is a biatch. We arrived around 7:30 pm at the campsite, where about 25 people have now congregated. We "set up camp".  Well, HE set up camp-I have no idea how to put up a tent.  I unload the pillows and air mattresses out of the truck, grab a chair and a beer, and proceed to have a seat and watch BF set up the tent, blow up our mattress, and get the heavy stuff (coolers) out of the truck.  By 9:00 pm we are ready to party.  (Of course, I have had a couple of beers by now, since "he" had to set up camp pretty much by himself.)

And we do party!  Everyone else has been there all afternoon and we have to catch up, ya know.  I think we did pretty good at it.  We "turned in" to our tent, with our blow up mattress, at some point.  Soon I get BF's "sign" that he's horny.  The sign involves brushing up against me, moving back and forth, while gyrating his hips.  We are both quite tipsy, and if there was a camera on us, I bet it was hilarious. Tent door is wide open, and his white BLEEP was all that could be seen.  We are giggling to boot. (Have you have tried to have sex on an under-inflated mattress in a 4 man tent with enough room for 2 people, but ONLY room for two if you are sleeping on top of eachother?). I recommend a 12 man tent if you "REALLY" want to "get physical".

We are in the midst of some outdoor recreational activities (sex), and hear someone outside the tent......and BF yells out (giggling), "WE'RE DONE NOW" (more giggles). (Ummm...I wasn't done, either).  Person outside says "Okay then!".  Of course, I have to pee now. Giggling.

I don't have enough room in the tent to cover up to get OUT of the tent to pee, so my BLEEP and boobies are hanging out the tent, as I am looking for something to cover up.  BF says  "You know you're buck nekkid (giggle giggle)" .  Yes I know this, but hell, I have never been camping, and didn't practice trying to get out of a tent while drunk and buck nekkid. All I know, is I have to pee.  I finally get out.....and go find a tree next to another tent to pee at. (I don't want the smell of pee next to my tent, plus aunt flow decides to show up at this time and I don't need any bears at my campsite!) (giggling as I do it, cuz everything is funny by now).  I walk (crookedly) back to my tent (HOPING it's MY tent, and that I'm not crawling in someone else's tent, though I don't care at this point). 

 I repeat this process several times throughout the night. (the peeing thing)

 To be continued.........cuz this was just the FIRST night!!