The Q was amazing! I danced, gave money to a drag queen, and was pretty much molested by some latino-asian jackass. This guy was drowning in nasty cologne, an unbuttoned shirt with a shaved chest, and his dick sticking out of his jeans and rubbing into my tummy. Gross. I was with two girls at a gay bar for a reason. But an hour of dancing killed my thighs.

Dan got here at about 8 this morning. I've had two hours of uneven, restless sleep. I just spent an ungodly amount of money on camping food. I'm pissed. >.< But it happens I guess. I'm excited. I really hope that the campground isn't packed or busy. Ick. I can't wait. It really will be an amazing time. I love camping, beer, liqour, nudity, and grilled brats. And Dan is very very sexy. So this will turn out well.

Gotta go, the coconut porter is overcooking the brats.
XOXO
Bukowskii