Day 1. Fire didn’t start. But it’s okay because it started to rain two hours later. The fire didn’t start beforehand because the firewood were wet or moist or whatever term you wanna call it. We weren’t expecting the rain at all—as usual weather forecasts aren’t always hundred percent accurate. Since we already made ourselves warm and cozy, we didn’t bother to check if there’s anything outside (the tent) that would get wet from the rain.
Day 2. Alcohol and antihistamine does not really mix well. Next morning, our bath towels, which we’ve put on to the folding chairs to “dry” the night before—were as wet as fuck. Another thing—there was no heat in the washroom. It was freezing! Even the water was ice cold 💔 The shower room were nice and bigger than the ones on another site but it was freezing! Good news for our second day: it didn’t rain! We were able to hang our towels outside to dry—well more like we tried because the sun was playing hide and seek. In the end, I used the heater in the tent to dry mine as my fiancé actually have an extra towel. We spent the whole day in the tent—napping. By 5pm, we decided to go and stroll by the lake but we end up staying for a few minutes. It was windy too; there’s also a couple who were having maternity photoshoot by the shore. Then we decided to go to the Wishing Well. The water by the dock was so still, it’s very calming. We went back to our campsite and tried to start our fire. It was hard as some of the firewoods were wet from maybe the fog or it could be from the rain too. We managed to start the fire and as usual the fiancé was the one who did everything again. I kind of just made myself in charge of making sure the fire is still “alive”. He kind of berated me after because I didn’t do anything to help him. I tried 🤷🏻♀️.
After dinner we decided to call it a night because we had to wake up early the next morning (he had to work in the evening). I took antihistamine because I felt my allergy started to act up. The thing is, I forgot that I took it—so when my fiancé asked if we could have a drink again, I said yes! Oh boy, it was a mistake! After 3 or 4 shots of tequila, I was drunk. And I know I’m really drunk when I start to cry. Crying is actually my last stage of being drunk before I get KO’d. I could still remember what I did but I couldn’t remember falling asleep. I woke up early morning in a star position. My fiancé told me following morning that he was at the edge of the bed and had almost fallen off. Before passing out, I asked him if I should set an alarm—he told me to set it at 0930HRS. That’s what I did.
Day 3. He called in. He ended up waking up before the alarm. I believe it was around 0730H. He started to put some of our things away. I was a little bit pissed off because I felt like he was waiting for me to wake up and will be the reason why he’s going to be late for his work or something. Anyway, we left early—and if he’s going to ask why I was quiet, I could say that it’s because I felt dizzy from drinking last night. I was actually filming our shenanigans—I figured out how to use the timelapse on my camera and was amazed by it—but on our last day, because I was not in the mood or was not really awake yet—I end up not filming it. I am now regretting it. I will post it here as soon as I am done editing the video. I am almost done anyway—just being lazy to put the finishing touch. Not that the video will be great or anything. So anyway, my fiancé ended up calling in sick that day. Something about the administration messing something up with his schedule. Not too sure. We did laundry, ate a bit then took a nap.
I honestly wished that we could go camping again with our pregnant friends 🤣 Both of my girlfriends got pregnant months apart. Sooo happy for them and sooo excited! Even like renting a cabin maybe. Though I doubt it because of this pandemic—I am scared for them. Oh well, let’s see next year with their little ones ❤️
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