Tuesday, April 27, 2010
A few of my work friends got a wild hair and decided that it would be fun to go camping in a month or so. Faye asked me to be part of that group. While I was THRILLED to be included I just ASSUMED that we would be going to a lodge. She looked at me like I had a second head and said no we are using tents. Let me mention a few things about Louisiana that may make me shudder when I think of the great outdoors. Think large spiders, snakes, mosquitoes, humidity, and out houses. First off I have to pee 3 times a night. I have trouble getting out of bed, I'm so stiff. Can you picture me trying to get up off the ground, getting a flashlight and running to the Porta-potty? I have a 58 year old bladder. I would wee-wee all over myself. My idea of camping out is a 3 star hotel. Roughing it means I have to go clear down the hall for the ice maker. Survival camping is no room service. I admit I am spoiled but to willingly subject myself to the Louisiana humidity is just plain crazy plus I am very fond of the sound of a flushing toilet. I found out that Denise, the inpatient nurse was just as against the tent idea as I was thank God. It takes hair gel, curling iron and hairspray to make myself presentable. I would have to have a generator attached to my tent to make a go of roughing it. NO THANKS. Faye succumbed to the pressure and found a cabin in the woods that sleeps eight. I think it only has one bathroom and that is pretty primitive but doable. It may be fun, just the girls communing with nature and greeting the dawn with a Bloody Mary!