Camping and DC Comics and Chocolate Milkshakes

I'll tell you all about this past weekend's camping experience, but first I need to express my excitement over seeing Art Brut tonight at Congress. Below are videos of my two favorite songs: (I'm so freaking excited :) )






Okay, the adventure that was :

We arrived later than I would have liked b/c I was hoping to get in a hike with the amazing Marlin and his doggy backpack. I'll just get the hike in when we make it up there again in the spring. Setting up the tent was a breeze thanks to the ever helpful Handsome Rob and Miss Dena. M-dog had tons of chexmix waiting for me and we were definitely not short on beer. Dinner consisted of fire roasted hotdogs, kababs, and tasty pasta salad and of course more beer. We quickly moved on to dessert where the camp was divided over the new Frankstein-like creation that was the "magic" smore. The "magic" smore was a combination of two delicious and chewy chocolate chip cookies that sandwiched one or two roasted and gewy marshmallows. I'm a sugar whore, but that "magic" smore was just too much for even me. The Boyfriend devoured them with a strange vigor- I'm sure it was the highlight of the trip for him. After more beer and fireside chatting, we hit the hay. I ate too much and spent half of the night uncomfortably wimpering in my sleeping bag, hating the creepy hike up to the bathroom every 2 1/2 hours. About 1 am my heartburn calmed down and our tent was ridiculously warm- my doggers are excellent heat sources. I have to confess that I really had fun sleeping on the ground with my crazy animals snuggling me. They were both really good on the trip, although Elvis was the uber princess and seemed unhappy that I'd drug her to the cold and dirty outdoors. Bitch whined the whole way home and I decided right then and there we'd be drugging her up when we move from Tucson. I couldn't handle a 2-3 day car ride with her whining in the car like that along with the stress of my first sans-family move. Breakfast was good thanks to Lenhart and his Mrs. bringing coffee and pastries. I was so happy to have a croissant and some grapes after eating crap all day. All and all the trip went well- there was plenty of food and friends, a surprisingly decent bathroom, odd teenagers on a mass camping trip that broke into song about every hour to keep us entertained, and much to The Boyfriend's relief no one was axed to death in the middle of the night by a serial killer.