SomeThings Worth Writing About

It was a fun weekend camping. I even have a survivor story. It's more fun to illustrate it this way than with extra words in a paragraph form. Enjoy following along. I hope it does it justice.

Narrow bike paths = a bad thing.
Old people that use the whole path with their bikes from 1950 = a bad thing.
Dirt at the end of unevenly finished path = a bad thing.
Not having full control of roller blades = a bad thing.
Going downhill with no control = a bad thing.
Kicking your legs out as you fall down = a good thing.
Not falling on the bike and opting to fall on your own = a thoughtful thing.
Strong boyfriend to pull you back up = a great thing.
Not gushing out blood = a very good thing.
Insta-bruise = eh.
Trying to walk back with your hip joint bruised = a bad thing.
Collapsing in the tent = a good thing.
Thoughtful boyfriend to wash away the dirt and get ice = a grateful thing.
Taking a picture so you can see your leg after ice has been on it = bring on the tears (and headache)!
Finding drugs = a good thing.
Not being able to go tubing since you can't walk = a somewhat guilty thing, since it's an annual adventure.
Succumbing to sleep from pain and drugs = a good thing.
Getting up and starting the rum and coke treatment = a yummmy, feel better thing.
Getting pinched in the exact spot of the injury = insta-tears.
Walking around like Greg House = an empathetic thing.
Planning the ultimate revenge = a bitterness thing.
Not being able to put any pressure on your right leg = a painful thing.
Not being able to sleep on your right side = an irritating thing.
Retaining the limp = an aching reminder thing.
Having the bruise the size of a baseball on your right thigh for the unforeseeable future = the best souvenir for a first ever roller blade crash.
Recounting the story by way of an extended Mastercard commercial = priceless.

For anything else, I have camping pics posted at my webshots.