So, I'm back from Barbie camp. I should probably stop calling it that, because it was not for sissies.
And in this case, I qualify as a sissy.
We got on the buses for the eighteen hour ride at 8pm on Saturday night. I could not sleep, nor could anyone else. We got off for an unintended stop in Witchita Falls, at which point I remembered that I did not pack socks. Not.a.single.pair.
I was told not to worry, because we'd stop somewhere in Colorado somewhere or something and I'm sure they'd have socks or something. My reassurances were that vague, so I decided to go ahead and purchase the only pair of socks I could find at the next stop- the Amarillo Lowe's truck stop. They are a lovely pair of extra large men's workboot socks. The heel of the sock comes up to my knee. But I knew there was a hike involved and I was not about to do that without at least one pair of socks.
When we stopped for lunch the next day in Denver, we stopped at a mall that included a Super Target. Joy! The promise of socks! I immediately went to said Target and purchased myself a 10-pack of socks. I was now ready to start the week! Socks were mine!
We rode the bus for another eleventy-million hours, and then we finally arrived at camp. We had to get everyone off the bus, get their luggage, etc. This is all finally done and I watch the bus drive away.
With my new Target socks in it. I left my socks on the bus. I have no socks.
Seriously, ya'll.
Seriously.
I went all the way to Colorado to spend a week in the mountains and had at this point only one pair of men's extra large workboot socks. I.am.an.idiot.
This was just the beginning of my issues for the week. This was just the first in a line of things I was not prepared for.
Barbie camp is not for sissies.
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