This weekend I went on my first ever camping trip!
Yep, camping. Batman, Monkey, a friend of Monkey's, and I got into the very packed car around 7:30 Saturday morning and headed out for Daingerfield, Texas. It wasn't very far (maybe 2.5 hours) and the girls pretty much slept the whole way. When we reached Mount Pleasant we stopped at a Walmart for supplies and then drove to the next town for beer because MP is a dry county. Nothing like sitting outside a liquor store at 9:50 a.m. waiting for it to open to make you feel classy. But beer was purchased and we hoofed it to the campsite where we were able to select a prime spot and were advised to keep the beer in the tent because we weren't even technically supposed to have it (in fairness, the signs and things said no public drinking or open containers; nothing was said about no alcohol at all. Dude told us that tent campers weren't really supposed to have it, just those with caravans and those who rented cabins). We also should have made a reservation but we were in luck as there were still spots available.
I enjoyed myself tremendously. The Bat and I set up his enormous tent, in which we placed an air mattress. The girls shared a smaller tent and a smaller air mattress, and we all split the sleeping bags so that we'd have something to lay on and under. Hammocks were hung between trees, a fire was lit in the pit, and I set out the camping chairs. Before long we were roasting hot dogs and Monkey's friend, Squirrel, and I were playing with the machete. I got some really great pics of Squirrel faux attacking Monkey with said machete but they aren't my kids so I can't post them here. Suffice it to say that Squirrel looked demonic - and both these girls are tiny fourteen year old blonds who you could probably snap in half if you wanted to.
The Bat hurt his back pretty quickly, picking up the heavy cooler and pulling a muscle or something. "There I go thinking I'm 20 again" was his comment. That was a shame but he powered through and had a good time anyway. We swam in the lake, made smores, hiked, chopped down tiny branches with the ax, sat around the fire, and just chilled. There isn't really that much to say about a camping trip unless you take a bunch of pictures you can post, unfortunately. But I will say this: being older sucks. Usually I'm perfectly fine with being my age and I think your thirties are awesome, but tell that to the muscles in my body that hurt like a mother fucker. I swam the full length of the lake one time (everyone else did it two days in a row) and I swung an ax for all that I'm worth. Now I have all sorts of aching muscles in places I've never felt before and even the balls of my hands (you know, that fleshy part between your index finger and your thumb) hurt like a son of a bitch. Last night, after Squirrel had gone home and Batman dropped Monkey at another friend's house, the Bat looked at me as we sat on the couch and said "It's 7:30. There are no kids in the house... and I don't want to do a damned thing." We just sat on the couch watching television like geriatrics, not taking advantage of the fact that Monkey was at a sleepover and we could have adult sexy times. But nothing could have been sexier to me at that time than just laying still and falling asleep. I went to bed an hour later.
I'm still tired and sore as hell today, but it is getting a bit better. The Bat said next time we went Monkey had more friends who would probably go but I don't know if I can handle more than two 14 year old girls at a time. Some of the best parts of the trip were when everyone went to the store and I hung back and when everyone left the lake but I stayed to swim a bit. How parents do that I shit I don't know because having someone constantly around and wanting things from you or just making noise gets tiresome. I really enjoyed the experience of camping but being trapped with two young girls for an extended period of time is draining (although to be fair, Squirrel was pretty great because it was her first time camping as well so she was gun ho about everything... I think Monkey just found it annoying because it was old hat to her whilst Squirrel and I were all "look! I hit the right spot with the ax" and shit).
So yay for camping and boo for being back at work. Bubbles didn't seem too mad at me when I got home but I didn't really look all over for places where she may have peed. After work I'll try and spend some quality time with her before going back to the Bat Cave... if I go back to the Bat Cave. My back is killing me and right now I just want to lay down and take a freaking nap.
Yep, camping. Batman, Monkey, a friend of Monkey's, and I got into the very packed car around 7:30 Saturday morning and headed out for Daingerfield, Texas. It wasn't very far (maybe 2.5 hours) and the girls pretty much slept the whole way. When we reached Mount Pleasant we stopped at a Walmart for supplies and then drove to the next town for beer because MP is a dry county. Nothing like sitting outside a liquor store at 9:50 a.m. waiting for it to open to make you feel classy. But beer was purchased and we hoofed it to the campsite where we were able to select a prime spot and were advised to keep the beer in the tent because we weren't even technically supposed to have it (in fairness, the signs and things said no public drinking or open containers; nothing was said about no alcohol at all. Dude told us that tent campers weren't really supposed to have it, just those with caravans and those who rented cabins). We also should have made a reservation but we were in luck as there were still spots available.
I enjoyed myself tremendously. The Bat and I set up his enormous tent, in which we placed an air mattress. The girls shared a smaller tent and a smaller air mattress, and we all split the sleeping bags so that we'd have something to lay on and under. Hammocks were hung between trees, a fire was lit in the pit, and I set out the camping chairs. Before long we were roasting hot dogs and Monkey's friend, Squirrel, and I were playing with the machete. I got some really great pics of Squirrel faux attacking Monkey with said machete but they aren't my kids so I can't post them here. Suffice it to say that Squirrel looked demonic - and both these girls are tiny fourteen year old blonds who you could probably snap in half if you wanted to.
The Bat hurt his back pretty quickly, picking up the heavy cooler and pulling a muscle or something. "There I go thinking I'm 20 again" was his comment. That was a shame but he powered through and had a good time anyway. We swam in the lake, made smores, hiked, chopped down tiny branches with the ax, sat around the fire, and just chilled. There isn't really that much to say about a camping trip unless you take a bunch of pictures you can post, unfortunately. But I will say this: being older sucks. Usually I'm perfectly fine with being my age and I think your thirties are awesome, but tell that to the muscles in my body that hurt like a mother fucker. I swam the full length of the lake one time (everyone else did it two days in a row) and I swung an ax for all that I'm worth. Now I have all sorts of aching muscles in places I've never felt before and even the balls of my hands (you know, that fleshy part between your index finger and your thumb) hurt like a son of a bitch. Last night, after Squirrel had gone home and Batman dropped Monkey at another friend's house, the Bat looked at me as we sat on the couch and said "It's 7:30. There are no kids in the house... and I don't want to do a damned thing." We just sat on the couch watching television like geriatrics, not taking advantage of the fact that Monkey was at a sleepover and we could have adult sexy times. But nothing could have been sexier to me at that time than just laying still and falling asleep. I went to bed an hour later.
I'm still tired and sore as hell today, but it is getting a bit better. The Bat said next time we went Monkey had more friends who would probably go but I don't know if I can handle more than two 14 year old girls at a time. Some of the best parts of the trip were when everyone went to the store and I hung back and when everyone left the lake but I stayed to swim a bit. How parents do that I shit I don't know because having someone constantly around and wanting things from you or just making noise gets tiresome. I really enjoyed the experience of camping but being trapped with two young girls for an extended period of time is draining (although to be fair, Squirrel was pretty great because it was her first time camping as well so she was gun ho about everything... I think Monkey just found it annoying because it was old hat to her whilst Squirrel and I were all "look! I hit the right spot with the ax" and shit).
So yay for camping and boo for being back at work. Bubbles didn't seem too mad at me when I got home but I didn't really look all over for places where she may have peed. After work I'll try and spend some quality time with her before going back to the Bat Cave... if I go back to the Bat Cave. My back is killing me and right now I just want to lay down and take a freaking nap.
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