Sunday, July 1, 2007

"I'm an Abomination!"


Many highlights of our camping trip this weekend to Santa Cruz. I do believe I've got enough for a special Camping Edition of the Weekly Wonderings. But I can't resist relating this one episode first as it typifies our typical camping outings.

After much wrangling of the oft-repeated game "Where Do I Get to Sleep Tonight," I was able to extricate myself from the squished environs between Sammy and Luke and move to the much more expansive space between my beloved and Ryan. At about 1:23 a.m., Ryan bolts upright in bed, makes choking noises, and proceeds to puke in the bed.

Pete and I are up so damn fast to shove him out the trailer to continue his puking in the safe haven of the dirt campsite. Ryan is very sad, very tired, very teary, very apologetic, and very appalled at himself. He wails, "I'm an abomination." I reply immediately, "No, you're not. You're a-vomit-ation."

Not bad for 1:26 a.m.

2 comments:

Bubba's Sis said...

Not bad at all! :-)

Jolene said...

That's about the exact same time of morning that Dan chose to vomit right outside of our tent 9 years ago :)

Unlike Ryan, Dan had been drinking all night, so he brought it onto himself. We were in our six-man dome tent and my friends were in it with us (they forgot their tent). Dan kept sitting up and mumbling and I kept pushing him back down. When it became apparent that he was going to blow chunks, we all got moving really fast. The best part, he managed to puke all over his own sandals. Hee hee. Justice is served.

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