I have never been camping. Is that weird? And the older I get I have no desire to ever do it. My parents never took us when we were young. Our trips consisted of going to the beach or somewhere with a hotel for us to stay in - God bless them. Everyone I know that goes camping loves it and always says "you have to come with us next time" but honestly it doesn't sound like fun to me. I mean, if I want to drink my face off, listen to the grateful dead and smoke pot all night I can do that at home...with air conditioning...running water...a toilet...and a bed! I know, it's not the same. Where's the campfire? the Roasted marshmallows? Who cares, I'd rather make breakfast in the morning in my kitchen, or go to the diner for some grub.

We had some friends that hiked the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine and when they got to our area a bunch of us me them at the camp site that they were crashing at to hang out, party, etc. I even considered staying the night until we got there and it was pouring down rain. It was all muddy and infested with mosquitos. We ended up going home and let me tell you...my warm, dry bed felt goood that night.

I'm pretty lame huh? Am I the only non-camper out there?