Big Pink: Requiem For a Rum Dream

We were headed to Langerado, we figured that a pink tent would stand out amongst 20,000 other tents. We were correct.

That was March of 2008 and today is July of 2010. She served us many times in between. I think we got more than fair value from her, before her demise.

I had a dream this past weekend that I was in a room and the door was a zipper that wouldn't unzip.

And the harder I tried to Escape! the more I had to pee. And I danced and shook and wriggled to no avail... a race against time, the threat looming larger with every movement and every passing second.

When I awoke the tent was covered in duct tape. It seems that I had demolished her. Torn her to shreds in the heat of the escape.

At least I didn't pee. That would have ruined the weekend.

What did we learn? That half a bottle of rum contains a Point of No Return, but more important is that we MUST pee before bed. Always.