Camping with Dad

We didn't have a lot of Father-Son bonding time this weekend. Probably because I was drunk and half-naked dancing a round a fire for the majority of the weekend. I blame society. Maybe next time I'll stay sober. If my Dad agrees to have a next time.

Percy didn't want to go home. I don't blame him one bit. But I'm a city boy. I always have been and I probably always will be. But sometimes it's nice to get away from the lights, the daily grind and kick back, light some shit on fire and relax. We had to go back home. We don't belong here, but it sure was nice to visit.

The fold out camper that my Dad has is really easy to set up and take down. I was initially opposed to bringing it up here. I wanted to rough it in a tent like the old days, but after all of the rain we got this weekend, I changed my mind about these things. It sure was nice not to have to sleep all cold and wet with my head in the mud.

The last of the wood was on the fire, so I had no choice but to stand silently next to it as it petered out. Like a majestic fire burning down to the coals, all good things must end and tomorrow I had to go back home to my stinking life. But at least I had this weekend...

These sticks have been really good to me the last couple of nights. I used them to turn the logs in the fire and stir up the ashes. I had to come up with something since I didn't have the proper fire utensils to get the job done. And these tools had done an admirable job. But their tour of duty was finished, and it was time to give them a proper send off. I saluted them and set them in the fire while I stood in remembrance. Every good soldier eventually has to leave the army, and both they and I knew that the war would not have been won without their service.

I picked up right where I left off from Afterglow, being drunk all day every day. My Dad isn't used to this behavior out of me, and I don't think that he liked it. As of now (September 12, 2010) he has yet to invite me on another camping trip. But I don't blame him. I'm such a hot mess when I'm all worked up the sauce and it is damn near impossible to put up with me. That's one of the many reasons (besides being large, in charge and unattractive) why I've been single all these years. I could change my ways, but instead I'll pour myself another drink.

As you have already seen, it rained every single night that we were up here. You know that does not stop me from having a fire and a good time, but my Dad spent the nights in the camper reading. To each their own. I would have liked to have someone (like Timmy) to rage it with me, especially since my Dad isn't a big drinker. I don't blame him for staying "indoors" because you needed to have booze in your system to survive in this shitty weather. So I made the best of the situation, poured myself a stiff drink, and burned everything in sight.