#beersbee

I don’t know how there are people who genuinely don’t like camping. How could you say no to shotgunning cold beer in the evening when it’s 29 degrees outside, or doing stupid things on trampolines and bonding with new people and laughing because everything is funny when you’re that drunk, or playing a friendly but very competitive game of girlfriends vs. boyfriends beersbee (the boys may say different, but the girls won), or walking to Walmart while moderately drunk and having to play it cool to buy bathing suits and snacks, or having to tag team peeing in the woods, or laying in a 6 by 7 foot tent with the person you love the most trying to stay warm by stealing his clothes and cuddling up next to him only to wake up dying of heat and needing to get away from each other. I understand that people may not like walking up having to pee with no bathroom handy and having rank morning breath but I think those are minor details. Sleeping on the ground all night, waking up to a killer hangover and gross good morning kisses, trying to get a table for 6 at 9am on a Saturday morning and annoying your waitress, planning when the next camping trip is going to be and getting everyone excited to do it all over again.