Birthday Weekend Carport Camping

Saturday was my favorite person's birthday and even though we tried super hard to celebrate, it seemed like everything we tried was a complete and utter failure.  Every year he is lucky enough to have his birthday fall somewhere on the September long weekend, which has resulted in that entire weekend being dedicated to the birth of Dustin (everyone else just gets one day, but he figures he deserves 4 and to avoid any further conflict I just let him have them).  Me being the pre-planner that I am found an awesome present two MONTHS ago and ordered it, and we planned an epic camping trip 3 WEEKS ago.  But do you think his present got here before Friday? You think we had a marvelous time camping for the weekend?  Hells no.  

We spent Friday in Vernon shopping and going for lunch baby  free (Thanks so much Monica) and then we packed up, drove out and were pumped to find a campground that didn't have a "full" sign.  Needless to say they didn't have any actual sites left, just room for tents.  We did have a tent with us, but two adults, three dogs and a baby in a tent in September?  No way.  So we had driven for over an hour just to turn around and drive home again, completely defeated.  But wait the camping excitement wasn't quite over yet, before we even hit the highway our truck kinda broke.  And by kinda broke, I mean a rather large piece half fell off (picture below).

After using a hammer and a chisel to literally smash this huge piece off we finally made our merry way home.  Baby headed to bed right away, lucky us this was the one and only trip that she literally screamed the whole way home, so she was pretty worn out.  Perhaps she knew that we were trying to go camping and she really wanted to go and was upset that we were on our way home.  After grabbing a beer from the cooler and before we started unpacking, I said "Fuck this, we're camping.  Who cares if we're in our carport?"  We pulled the chairs out of the trailer, grabbed the baby monitor from in the house, unloaded the cooler, BBQ'd up some hot dogs and eventually crawled into the trailer bed (with the three dogs).  I'm sure our neighbors thought it was a little weird to see us sitting around in our carport eating hot dogs at 11 o'clock at night, but making the best of a bad situation was such much fun :)

We stuck pretty close to home for the rest of the weekend.  It wasn't the weekend that we had planned for Dustin's birthday, but I think he had a good time.  He keeps saying he did anyways and he did manage to bank several hours in video games.  I think that the little bit of adventure that we did have was bad enough that neither one of us wanted to have any more :)  Needless to say, Happy Birthday Dustin!  I'm glad you were born this weekend many, many moons ago :)