Summer camp sucks, dogs don't
I had a dream last night that I went to summer camp and my bag got stolen...
(I was on a ramshakle bus that was loud, stuffy and full of rowdy camp goers. The ride is bumpy and dusty and we traveled very slowly on unpaved roads. Finally we arrived and I stumbled out of the bus sweaty, blinking in the bright sun, ready to be at the camp and settled. A group of vendors were waiting for us, hawking cheap junk. I set my bag down and waited for the others to unload their stuff. The sun was strong, music was blaring from somewhere, dust was blowing in the wind and I was just trying to get my bearings. Next thing you know the bag is gone. I'm shouting and running and pissed. A few people saw the guy who took the bag but can't describe him or tell me where he went. No one really helps me.)
...and the thing I was most upset about was that the pictures that I've kept in my wallet for 10 years of me and puppy Alyosha from the photobooth of the Elbow Room in SF were gone.
So this morning when I woke up I scanned them. It's just me and my dog.
(I was on a ramshakle bus that was loud, stuffy and full of rowdy camp goers. The ride is bumpy and dusty and we traveled very slowly on unpaved roads. Finally we arrived and I stumbled out of the bus sweaty, blinking in the bright sun, ready to be at the camp and settled. A group of vendors were waiting for us, hawking cheap junk. I set my bag down and waited for the others to unload their stuff. The sun was strong, music was blaring from somewhere, dust was blowing in the wind and I was just trying to get my bearings. Next thing you know the bag is gone. I'm shouting and running and pissed. A few people saw the guy who took the bag but can't describe him or tell me where he went. No one really helps me.)
...and the thing I was most upset about was that the pictures that I've kept in my wallet for 10 years of me and puppy Alyosha from the photobooth of the Elbow Room in SF were gone.
So this morning when I woke up I scanned them. It's just me and my dog.