It's been too long since somebody whispered...

Oh dear, I've certainly slacked. Now I have two weekends to record, and how will I ever do my memories justice if I constantly compress them? Despite the dropped details, I will do my best to recall the goings-on of my life, both for you, Reader, and for future me.

Laasssst weekend, we totally camped out in my parents backyard. We gathered our assorted friends around the campfire, despite the freezing temperatures and the all-to-close comforts of home. Jeff, Darren, O'Brian and I went to the lake to gather firewood, and while I was gone a surprise showed up at the house! When we got back home, Michael was chasing Landon around the yard and April was inside with baby Eli! It was so great to see the family; aside from facebook stalking the growing boys, I hadn't seen them in forever (and I had never met the baby). We played with bubbles and ran around the yard and whatnots, and Jessica came and my parents hung out and we made fire!

Meaghan came there at the end, right before the Clemmons left; shortly after that T.J. and Katie showed up. Mom made a big pot of chili and a batch of cookies and Meaghan brought apple strudel, which we ate in the kitchen before being chased back outside, where we did the campfire thing (and Jonathan came to play!) Eventually we made s'mores and at some point we took a walk around the Boulevard, singing and shivering the Elephant love medley, then launching a super-secret mission back to the campfire. Eventually we made our pallets and curled up, trying to conserve heat as the temperature dropped. I had scrounged around inside earlier for something entertaining, producing only a frisbee and a deck of sixth grade quiz cards (which we read for at least an hour).

In the early morning hours T.J. and Katie brought mugs of hot chocolate out to warm our numb fingers, and finally we all semi-dozed (me, T.J., Darren), kinda slept (Meaghan, O'Brian, Jessica), went home (Jonathan), stayed awake (Katie), or slept like baby in a cradle (Jeff). We dispersed in the morning, each to his or her bed, showered off the smoke and dirt, and voilà! A new day.

I've spent the morning listening to Mary Chapin Carpenter and other assorted classic country artists. Oh, Jeff and I have internet (obviously), as of yesterday. I think I will save my tales of this past weekend at Camp McDowell for another time. My fingers grow tired and I have class in an hour. Until then...