So Fubar happened back in June. We went later than usual in hopes of good weather. Not that it would have mattered since Dario set up the Taj Mahal of tarp set ups this year. It wasn’t super sunny and hot but it also didn’t rain, which bothered Dario because he wanted Mother Nature to test out his craftsmanship. We actually had people come by and admire our set up. This is why you always go camping with someone who works in the construction industry.
At this stage in the game, no one knew Elise and I were knocked up. We were going to let it slip but then decided to wait and see if anyone would bring it up, given the fact that we both weren’t feeling 100% and neither of us was drinking anything other than Gatorade. No one said a word though I knew everyone suspected something.
Here are the photos from the weekend.
Dario & Pat are the masters. There is no point heading up before them because they have to work their magic to get the campsite right.
44 & 45 are ours always.
Someone get Pilsner to sponsor our camping trip already.
Indy enjoyed digging holes and then sleeping in them.
These guys are fans.
My Nonno used to call everybody a “Pee Pee Guy”. Lady for real is a Pee Pee Guy, except a Lady of course.
Its always good to feed the wildlife.
Stick Ball Champion of 2013
Everett’s face kills me in the picture. Above not below.
We went for a short walk because Lady is a short dog.
The sun came out for reals Sunday afternoon and everyone FREAKED OUT.
Men preparing dinner.
Steve came up for one night with a cooler full of hard alcohol and bacon wrapped scallops.
The only proof that I existed that weekend. Despite the mild temperatures I froze under many layers. I think I’m becoming a lizard or something and need direct heat to make myself warm.
Indy did not like the rotisserie and let us know his feelings loud and clear.
Pats chicken caught fire.
Slaving away. Unfortunately nausea hit me at dinner time and the meal I had been looking forward to all weekend long could not full be enjoyed.
The morning after fire douse.
Sleeping was ok this time around. For once I didn’t have a panic attack due to my fear of the dark. I have to thank Papa Rossi for sticking a mini flash light in my stocking last year because that thing came in handy!
Pat has already gone ahead and dubbed next year as FUBARF since there will be some little ones joining the group. Though I don’t know how easy it will be camping with a baby. I guess we’ll have to play that by ear because that will prove to be an interesting trip!