Bachelor Camping

(Note: While the title implies that we are bachelors camping, we in fact are not all bachelors, but 5/6 of us are so I just rounded up for convenience sake.)

We (Chris, Board, geoX, Anthony, Brett, and myself) are heading to Chain O Lakes State Park for a weekend excursion of exploring, swimming, and camp fire-ing as one last memory before geoX ties the knot next month. And this is partly a party for Chris as well, who is forsaking America for Japan for a year or two, leaving next month.

While this "bachelor party" may sound like trouble, and yes, we often joke about the presence of hookers, the ladies in our lives (mainly Anthony's wife Emily, and our moms and grandmas) need not worry.

We're good boys.

We wouldn't do anything our dads wouldn't do at our age.


In other news:

Got to meet my family last night for supper in celebration of Mom's bday. We all met at Golden Corral buffet in Ft. Wayne. It was a great time seeing them. Daniel and I learned this important tip:

Do NOT eat the bourbon chicken.

Both of us had diarrhea sheer minutes after eating it.

Just looked up the word 'diarrhea' for spelling purposes (on dictionary.com) and now wished I hadn't.

Here's the definition:

"An intestinal disorder characterized by abnormal frequency and fluidity of fecal evacuations."

I'm guessing you wish you hadn't of read that.

I need to go pack for Bachelor Camping.