Camping...

...It's like  a bad hangover.  During the evening it’s a blast and quite an adventure, and it seems like the best thing you could have done with your Monday off.  However, when the morning rolls around and you reek of smoke, there isn’t a disease free shower in sight, and your back is in knots from the rocks you laid on - but never slept on, you wish to God you could go back in time and veto the previous evenings events.  As horrible as this may sound, once the pain of the morning wears off and the shower has washed it all away, camping mysteriously doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.  It won’t be so bad next time right?  I’m sure next MLK weekend we will keep our tradition and endure the morning for the sake of the evening.