Friday, July 24, 2009

Playing With Fire


I went camping again this week, but this time just to add novelty... I actually camped with some other people I know. Imagine that! 

I had posted a "World's Worst Camping Trip" contest several months ago and my friend Wendy won for her story of little Jacob's suitcase floating out of their tent during a flood many years ago.  

Nanodance also won, but she "claimed" to be sick this week so she couldn't go.  Likely story.  I know she was really staying home watching stupid shit on YouTube and trying to sneak cats into my house.  See what you missed, Nanodance! You could have been relaxing with Wendy and me in the idyllic setting shown to the right.  But, NOOOO!  You had to be sick!

Anyway, Wendy not only participated, she brought her entire family with her!  Yes, Big Bill, Sweet Natalie & Jacob (who's not so little anymore) also risked life and limb to camp with me.  Wendy and I go way  back to when I was Natalie's kindergarten teacher. Since I already warped Sweet Natalie beyond repair, Wendy must have figured she had nothing to lose by allowing her family to spend additional time with me.  And her trust in me was proven to be sound.  During the course of their two-night stay, no one was injured or carried away by bears.  (I swear, Jacob's toe was mangled before we went camping!)

We had a good old time together, though.  We shared stories around the campfire and I turned them on to the "roll-o-roaster" and other camping delights. They shared some of their favorite camping traditions with me as well.  

Turns out they do stupid stuff, too!  For example, they introduced me to the thrill of melting aluminum cans in the campfire.  Fascinating!  (And here I was wasting all that time and energy returning the cans to the store.) Before you knew it, we were scouring the campground looking for all sort of crap we could melt... just add fire and voila!

Pyromaniacs!  I LOVE these people! 

The next morning, Big Bill stopped by my campsite to give me his latest example of pyro-art. Seems he has his own tradition of staying up late and enjoying a little nip of tequila around the old campfire.  And he drank the entire bottle, just so he could contribute the glass container it came in to the cause.  What dedication!  Anything for pyro-art.  I was so proud I almost cried.

Here's what a pint of Jose Cuervo looks like after being sacrificed to the flames:


It used to look different until Jacob started messing around with it and broke a couple pieces off.  But, no worries, that just gave me more reasons to experiment the next few nights with re-fusing the broken parts onto the original glob-o-melted-glass.  All in the name of science, of course.

Now it almost looks kinda naughty... like what Vulcan's poop must look like... or like something that should go into Miss Yvonne's "For Your Nymphomation Adult Toy Chest."*



Given more time and a truck load of firewood, who knows what it could look like.

And here I've been wasting my time with a cheap "box-o-wine" when I go camping.  Next time I'm taking this bad boy with me...


I bet that a bottle of Jose Cuervo and my new found dedication to pyro-art could even entice Nanodance to go camping with me. (And if she isn't sick before she goes, odds are she sure could be afterward!)

Cheers!

 




*Miss Yvonne's blog is not suitable for all ages, but if you're looking for something a little different.... 

10 comments:

Nanodance said...

I WAS sick! Seriously and Really! Anyway, I am glad you had a good time.

Phillipia said...

Finishing the bottle in the name of science. I love it. Thanks for yet another reason:)

CatLadyLarew said...

Nanodance... I believe you now, especially after I saw you at the store buying all that restorative crap for the miracle cure.

Phillipia... You're always welcome to come along and finish off the large economy size bottle with me... as a science experiment, of course!
Now... I wonder if an empty bottle of rum melts at the same rate....

Hit 40 said...

Oh camping... I just don't know. I don't even like staying at hotels. I am willing to venture about 3 hours from my own pillow and bed.

Disney was fun last Christmas. But, I still missed my bed. I bet I could do a post on how much I love my pillow and sheets.

And... my 2 cats missed me.

Madame DeFarge said...

I am shocked at such louche behaviour. But have now directed M. DeFarge to read this to see what our own camping trips are missing (mostly you lot and drink it seems to me). Anytime you're in Derbyshire, let me know, we'll go girly camping.

CatLadyLarew said...

Hit 40... Isn't pyromania worth it? And think how good your bed feels once you get back into it!

Madame DeFarge... if only you could have been there! Next time we'll set up a picture of you around the campfire so you can enjoy it in spirit.
I'm definitely putting Derbyshire on my itinerary for the next time I'm in the UK! We can leave M. DeFarge to his own devices while we go girly camping.

Funny Girl said...

Hi CatLady,

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I like the stuff you post...I will visit often. Until next time, Meow!

julochka said...

how hot is your friggin' campfire? wow! and are you sure that was a glass bottle of cuervo? that melted glob of klingon poo looks a pretty plasticky.

i don't have time to read everything now, since i'm frantically doing laundry and packing three people's suitcases (something i shouldn't be allowed to do) for an impending trip halfway across the world, but tell me why you don't have cats?

p.s., thanks for stopping by. i will be back, it just might be in a couple of weeks...because of the traveling.

CatLadyLarew said...

Funny Girl: Thanks back at you for stopping by! Always great to make a new blog-friend.

julochka: You'd be amazed at how hot it can get around the old campfire! I know I was pretty amazed, myself! Hey, maybe that's why I don't have eyebrows anymore. Have fun on your trip... maybe you'll have time for a campfire while you're away! Looking forward to reading about your adventures!

FYI... I don't have cats because I can't stand kitty litter and I don't like pets that pee on my bed every time I ignore them... if someone's going to pee in my bed, I'd rather have it be me after a wild night of carousing. However, my life is too sedate for that to happen. My jumbled house and my jumbled mind just make me appear to be a cat lady.

Winky Twinky said...

LOL...I'm in on the Cuervo camping trip!! Nothing else required, thank you ;)

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