Living Off the Fat of the Land

This weekend was Angie’s birthday, and she planned a trip up to Big Bear. I am not a camping person mostly because of my disdain for toilets that don’t flush. Being dirty and not changing my clothes for a weekend is okay with me though. I started the trip up with Alex, Stacy, and Tony. That’s almost all the white people I know outside of work. It was good times, but I was definitely glad to get back to a shower.

First catch of the trip.

I don’t know why this was in the water.

I think this is the same damn fish Alex caught earlier.

Tony’s best catch of the trip. He downed all three beers out of boredom.

Soju and Capri Sun shooters. Someone’s getting punched tonight.

Mmmm, beer.

It’s called a circumcision.

Great food and drinks for all to enjoy.

Tony jumping into the picture with Alex positioning his phallic beer.

The birthday girl and me…and Alex’s phallic beer.

Hanging out on the boat.

She was way to excited to use this floating toilet.

Tony, trying really, really, really hard to think of a word in a game of Ghost.

All in all, it was a fun trip. Everyone was glad that I wore my board shorts with the bottle opener on them, and they were even more glad when I didn’t change and still had my bottle opener on me. Still, next year I vote for setting up tents in someone’s living room.