I am calling the monument office today to confirm the excrimental situation. Also, I have communicated with trevor via text messaging, so there. We can not get site 19 but we are looking into sites 21,22,26,27, all for Aug 14-17.
More soon.
tommmmmmmy
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
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Worst case scenario, Tommy chops a bunch of wood and we assemble our own fucking latrine boy scout style.
I woke up this morning from my soft soft bed with a sore back. This is going to be interesting. Somebody get oral surgery or break a rib before August so we can get our hands on some Vicodin. Or whiskey. Or Vicodin and whiskey.
Damn, apparently I have missed some discussions? (Surprise!)
No, thing is, I switched my email a year ago and forgot to tell EVERYONE. Now it's trevornaud@gmail.com.
Funny, too, because just the other day I was in the shower thinking "shit, how come no one is talking about camping?"
Looking forward to this, as always.
And Vicodin... I can get us some Vicodin.
you know I'll have a handle with me. Whisky? Maybe. But it will be a handle.
Hey, did Trevor just say something? I think I just heard fucking Trevor say something!
Welcome back!
And I'm pretty sure I made it clear that every post title should end with ...
Kevin, please DO NOT shave your ass this time, for I do want to use it as a face pillow.
BTW... I just saw a movie called "Street Trash" and it was fucking astounding.
Hmm, I guess changing the primary way which ye old camping folk can reliably contact you without telling any of them is slightly more forgivable than completely and utterly ignoring their emails for months.
A bottle of hooch that makes you melt? Sold. I've added Street Trash to the netflix queue.
In a slightly less campy recommendation, I just saw Paranoid Park. Best movie so far this year.
Ha. Who the fuck still uses Hotmail, anways?
All "ignorance" was unintentional. My apologies again!
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