My Wednesday Replay!
David H. and I went camping with some of our best friends last weekend. Trey and Maria are so much fun and I love that we can COMPLETELY be ourselves when we are all together. It’s amazing how enduring our friendship has been since we’re an unlikely bunch. Trey and I are more alike than Maria and I are, and Maria and David are more like than Trey and David. Got all that? Phew. Here are just some of the differences between us: Maria is a pretty outspoken person and also has very conservative views and values. Every outfit that Trey owns he also has a hat to match (maybe not every SINGLE outfit, but pretty close to it). If you know David, he DOES NOT match his clothes. It's not that he can't, he just doesn't. Anyway, Trey is an amazing people person and he is the happiest person I’ve ever met. David and I on the other hand, like to be secluded—we really love alone time. We're happy and all, it's just that Trey LOVES people and he LOVES to be around them all the time. As for our beliefs? David and I are a bit uninterested in politics because it gives us a big headache. Yes, it gives US a headache. Politics gives us a joint headache, so we just do our best to avoid the subject all together these days. But in theory, we’re liberals. We’re not extreme, but we’re liberal nonetheless. And generally, outspoken conservative people don’t get along with people like us. But Trey and Maria do. How perfect! Religious beliefs are the one solid thing that we all share. I really don't have enough time or energy to get into our religious beliefs. It could take years.
Anyway, we spent an entire weekend with them at a Tennessee State Park and we LOVED every minute of it. We went to Amish Country and we gawked at the Amlets. The unofficial definition of an Amlet is: “an Amish child; rude travelers with no sense of social etiquette sometimes refer to Amish children as these.” (Hawkins and Arnold Dictionary, 2006)
Above: David Crockett State Park
We went out to eat on Saturday evening (much to our dismay, since each one of us was looking forward to eating smoked hot dogs on this night) and had a great time making a scene. Every single person in that restaurant was staring us down when we walked in. I started to wonder, “Do I stink? Do I look bad? What IS everybody staring at?” We could not figure it out. So we decided to give them something to stare about. We laughed too loud and threw in the occasional snort, David made sure all of the people could see his tattoos (he did this because we were thinking that maybe since these country people had never seen us, they might be scared of us or something), and then we performed our grand finale. We all pushed our chairs back on cue. Wooden chairs on a concrete floor—a horrible sound. They stared, and I was glad that I wasn’t alone with all of these people looking at me like I was a Cyclops! People from all angles were cutting their eyes. It was great. On the way out, David couldn’t resist trying to get on my shoulders for a ride.
Ah. What a great weekend. I wish I had some pictures to post of the four of us, but I can never remember my camera when I need it.
Hope your Middle-O'-The-Week-Day is spectacular.
Anyway, we spent an entire weekend with them at a Tennessee State Park and we LOVED every minute of it. We went to Amish Country and we gawked at the Amlets. The unofficial definition of an Amlet is: “an Amish child; rude travelers with no sense of social etiquette sometimes refer to Amish children as these.” (Hawkins and Arnold Dictionary, 2006)
Above: David Crockett State ParkWe went out to eat on Saturday evening (much to our dismay, since each one of us was looking forward to eating smoked hot dogs on this night) and had a great time making a scene. Every single person in that restaurant was staring us down when we walked in. I started to wonder, “Do I stink? Do I look bad? What IS everybody staring at?” We could not figure it out. So we decided to give them something to stare about. We laughed too loud and threw in the occasional snort, David made sure all of the people could see his tattoos (he did this because we were thinking that maybe since these country people had never seen us, they might be scared of us or something), and then we performed our grand finale. We all pushed our chairs back on cue. Wooden chairs on a concrete floor—a horrible sound. They stared, and I was glad that I wasn’t alone with all of these people looking at me like I was a Cyclops! People from all angles were cutting their eyes. It was great. On the way out, David couldn’t resist trying to get on my shoulders for a ride.
Ah. What a great weekend. I wish I had some pictures to post of the four of us, but I can never remember my camera when I need it.
Hope your Middle-O'-The-Week-Day is spectacular.

5 Comments:
Sounds like me and Corey when we hang with Leila and Matt. Leila is outdoorsy and athletic. I don't do sweat. But she is one of my best friends. She and Corey are both type A. Matt and I have similar personalities.
We're thinking of camping out some on our trip to Boston. Not my favorite thing, but Lane loves it.
We'll see. You make it sound fun
I think you are the only two blogger friends that I have these days...
Thanks!! I'm totally serious. If it were not for your comments, I'd most likely quit blogging for ever and ever.
Camping is fun, and you'd love it, Mary. You get to be alone in nature and there are no distractions, so you can't avoid what's really going on inside. That's just one of the reasons that I like camping.
It is also WWAAYY cheaper to camp than to be in a hotel. And who wants to sleep on sheets that someone else has been all over? Not me.
You sound so prissy when you say that Heather--"I don't do sweat." I love it! Sweat is kind of nasty, when you think about it. I like to sweat. It makes me feel like my body is working like it should. I should re-phrase that, really: I like to sweat when I'm working out or when I'm sitting in the sun on a boat, but not when I'm simply walking to the mailbox or when I'm walking up the stairs to church. I guess I'm in the wrong place if I don't like involuntary sweating.
Sorry my comments have been sparse lately. I played a little catch up and left one late on your confed. mem. day blog. I'll comment more. Don't stop blogging.
This comment has been removed by the author.
Post a Comment
<< Home