Well… I’ve got a couple of good weeks ahead of me.  I’m camping this weekend.  Some of you may remember the Poo in my Tube story from the last time I went floating down the river.  Refresher:  I found poo that did not belong to me in my innertube and I accidentally touched it with my toe.  I ended up with a throat infection for two weeks.  I don’t know if the poo and throat infection are related, but I certainly don’t see how they can’t be. 

After that, the Houston girls are coming in for a much needed weekend trip.  That’s the trip where I busted my camera.  Well… sorta.

See, the girls and I went bar-hopping after a margarita-filled dinner.  At some point in the night, I got into a muscle contest with some dude at the bar.  When he doubted my muscular abilities, I body slammed my purse onto the floor and flexed the world’s greatest flex.  Shu picked up my purse and said that I probably destroyed some electronics.  I shrugged and made some comment about my electronics being wusses if they couldn’t handle a little beat down every now and then. 

I woke up the next morning naked on Lauren’s living room floor.  Oh, so many of my drinking stories end that way.  I got up and pulled a Corona out of the fridge, then got dressed and climbed into bed with Shu and Lauren.  They began to recount the night, most of which I don’t remember. 

Needless to say, my wussy camera could NOT survive the effects of a rather severe purse beat-down.  Honestly, it looked like it exploded, and I thought that was exactly the angle I should use when I took it back to Best Buy. 

I went to the Geek Squad counter that very next day.  The conversation went a little something like this:

I’m hoping the girls will bring one.  Now that I’m older and wiser, I suspect I can make it through a whole girls’ weekend without any real damage.  I guess we’ll have to see.