Folks,

To celebrate the impending summer as well as Ladyfriend Sarah's supremely ass-kicking performance on the MCAT (I mean, supremely ass-kicking) she and I packed up the old man's truck and went camping. Highlights:

- In the "wouldn't it be great to still be two" department - we watched this little boy (who we nicknamed Charlie Brown because of his blazing yellow shirt and black and yellow shorts) do the following; throw sand into the water for 45 minutes straight, run around screaming with a plastic hoe and rake for about thirty minutes and jump from the sand into the water over and over again for a good hour. People, that kid is a cheap date.

- LS and I had a Yahtzee tournament to end all Yahtzee tournaments. After the first day I was leading the series 6-3 and was pretty confident that I would prevail. However, a late surge in Yahtzees and large straights from the Ladyfriend sealed my fate on day 2. In the end she took the weekend, with eight games to my seven. Trust me though, I will get the bitch. (I kid)

- I read a Steven King book that scared the crap out of me. When you're essentially alone in the woods at night in the dark and everything around you is making weird noises it becomes pretty easy to start believing that some undead serial killer with a penchant for overweight mediocre guitar players with BO might be lurking anywhere. Fortunately, it wasn't the case.

- Cherry Pie Good Humour bars. Nuff said.

- I sat on my Hamburger, hot dog, cherry-pie eating ass for two days in the sun reading books and getting my ass beaten at Yahtzee. Shake a stick at that, I dare you.

Camping. Who knew?