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"The greatest of these is love."
I like camping.
I like pirates.
I like hitting nerds with padded weapons.
I like pyr8queen.
I like dressing fancy.
So what could be better than a weekend where pyr8queen and i went camping, dressed like fancy pirates and hit nerds with padded weapons together? We went to Decker Canyon Campground for trekhead's LARP, Dying Kingdoms. It was ungodly hot in the canyons (though pleasant down by the beach, oddly) and extremely dusty. Also I seemed to attract very gnat in Malibu. And we had an alarmcrow that cawed at our tent at the hour it felt it was appropriate for us to awake, but that was more amusing than annoying.
We borrowed a gigantic tent, which was the right move - room enough to stand up and move around comfortably, plus space for the air mattress and all of our gear. We brought a ridiculous amount of gear, so in a couple of weeks when we head up to robmcdiarmid's gig, ApocaLARP, maybe we'll bring less. But we ate well every day, and had hot fresh coffee on demand, so all thigns considered that's pretty posh camping. Maybe a swimming pool and a helper monkey would have been improvement. Oh, plus more bacon.
Despite our stated intent, after the event, to have an easy day with a brief sail and relaxing, we ended up working on the boat, sailing, walking around the Abbot-Kinney Festival, going shopping, and then finally getting to slow down in the evening. I'm still picking dust-boogers, however. Which is one of the first times, post-Army, that it's happened...and not one of the handful of things about military stuff that I actually miss.