Special K

Outdoorsy

This might come as a shock. Sitting down, right? Comfy? Ok, here it is: I am going camping. Yes, that’s right, me. The girly one. Miss “Oh-Don’t-Put-My-Louis-Vuitton-Purse-On-The-Floor-It-Might-Get-Dirty”. (God, I sound shallow) I’m actually venturing outside to spend some time communing with nature.

Ok, I’m not a complete priss. I don’t freak out if I get a smudge of dirt on me and won’t go running and screaming at the sight of an insect (save spiders). I only get mildly upset when I break a nail. I enjoy being outside and spend a good amount of time taking advantage of the nice weather (party due to my job as a summer camp counselor). Yet I’m still pretty high maintenance. I’m not sure I really do camping. I like hotels. I like a nice shower. I like having someone else cook my food. Heck, I like a solid roof over my head period. All that, however, will be abandoned in favor of this little “nature adventure”.

I’m not sure how exactly I became signed up for this. Weeks ago, after one of the many marshmallow roastings at Twin Lakes, my friends were talking about how fun it would be to go camping. Real camping. Woods, tent, no bathroom, cook your own food, and all. And really, it does sound fun. In theory. Now though, I’m a little apprehensive.

Truly, I want to go. I can’t wait to get out from my norm and spend a weekend with a big group of my friends, trying to assemble a tent. I’m not regretting my decision at all. What I am rethinking, however, is the amount of stuff I can’t bring with me. I’ve never packed for camping- only hotel or relative stays. I’ve compiled a list of what I should probably leave home:
1. All hair care products, seeing as it won’t matter what I look like anyway.
2. Eyeliner. Enough said.
3. My entire face care regime, including cleanser, toner, lotion, and mask. That’d be a bit much.
4. Flip flops.
5. My usual four pounds of gold jewelry. I don’t plan on losing a stone in the middle of the forest.
6. My purse. I’d probably attack the squirrel that would try and get my new Coach.

Other than that, I’m ready to go. We leave on Friday so I’ll be preparing (mentally) until then. I can make a wicked s’more so I’m set.