Camping...

I didn't get to go this year and I was kind of disappointed about it.  Unless you count a couple of ward camp outs - which I don't...

I love that camping here in Utah is sooo handy.  You don't have to travel a million miles away, to camp in the rain, like in the Northwest.  You just pack everything into your truck and high-tail it into the mountains for the weekend.  It's fantastic!

The first time I went camping, here in Utah, was kind of a disaster.  Big surprise, huh?

I had been at work all day and some friends called me up and told me we were going camping.  I had eaten at Taco Bell earlier and was really not feeling well.  Really.  I told them that I didn't want to go, but they were pretty insistent.  I didn't even have my toothbrush, a hoodie or anything.  And please believe - with food poisoning, I was sure that I didn't want to go...

So when Greg showed up to pick me up from work, what did I do?  I went camping.  With food poisoning.

I have no idea where we went.  Somewhere between here and Tooele, but really by that time, I was soo ill that I didn't even pay much attention.

Everyone else stayed up drinking and partying and being all kinds of loud, while I spent the night in the only tent pitched, trying desperately to make the chlls go away, and crawling my way to the flap just to vomit periodically and then make my way back to the only spot of ground that didn't have large rocks in it.  What a night!

Greg poked his head in a few times to check on me, but refused to take me home.  Around 11 or so, he stopped in to tell me he was going down the mountain to get more chairs so some new comers had a place to sit and I was insistent that he let me go with him.  He didn't want me to, because I was soo sick and he thought I'd be better off staying where I was, but I wouldn't take no for an answer.  I was freezing and feverish, with no warm clothes and I wanted nothing more than to be at home in my own bed.  At least his car would be warmer than the hard ground!

Down the winding roads we went, which was really not so great on the stomach.  We no sooner pulled into a Smith's parking lot and that all too familiar sensation came on suddenly.  I made him pull over, before he even stopped, I opened the door and lost everything again.

stop time.  just for a second.

Right about now, is when a good boyfriend would have rubbed my back, or let me put my head on his lap while we drove, because I didn't feel well.  Noooo.... Not Greg.  His response to my stomach reflexes??

"Don't expect me to kiss you after that"   no joke.  I would not tell jokes about my dating life.  I kid you not. That is a direct quote.

My response?  "What makes you think I want to kiss you, right now?"  I glared at him and closed the door so he could park.

Ok.  That was fun.  Continuing on...

I bought a toothbrush and toothpaste and went into the bathroom to brush the grodies out of my face.  Ugh! The store was sooo warm...

Back up the mountain we drove.  Backseat full of camping chairs and (you guessed it!) more beer.  ew.  Back into the tent I went. (<-- that's actually kinda fun to say)

I think sometime around 1 or 3, (by this point, time had lost all value) someone came in to tell me we were leaving.  Apparently there had been some kind of altercation with a neighboring camp ground and they didn't want any trouble.  So they packed up.  Thank Heaven!  I was going home!!  woooot!  I might have actually gotten a little chipper for a minute.

Imagine my confusion when Greg woke me up and we were in his complex parking lot and not mine.  I begged to be taken home.  Really?!  Who wants a sick, whiny girlfriend at their house all night long?  I know I sure wouldn't!  But he refused.  Seriously.  I kid you not, when I tell you that I lived less than 5 minutes away.  Seriously.  It was just down the street a few stop lights.  Apparently it was late and he was tired.

I managed to climb the steps to his apartment and I went straight to his room, closed the door and crashed.  He came in, tried to snuggle and I got up to sleep on the sofa.  He pulled me back and promised he wouldn't touch me again.  True to his word he left me alone, which was quite possibly the nicest thing he'd done for me all night long.

He drove me home sometime the next afternoon.

THAT, my friends, is the worst camping trip I've ever been on.

Strangely, Greg and I didn't last very long after that.  I wonder why...??

He did have really pretty eyes, though...