In the Wile-derness

Last weekend the roommates and I went camping on Fire Island, which was probably the best idea we have had all summer. We were only there a little over 24 hours, but I have many funny stories anyways- not the least of which involved me racing through the dark dunes to retrieve a stick (just call me Peaches!) and stomping hard on a large stump of some sort, ripping the bottom of my foot apart and totally BITING IT in the sand. I mean, girl- I had a mouthful. We had the good fortune to meet these two Ecuadorian guys who led us to "the wilderness" (pronounced wile-der-ness)- where we could camp in the dunes for free, away from pretty much all civilization. We were even farther down the beach into the wilderness than the stark-naked sunbather man. We taught the Ecuadorians how to play Mad Libs (adult version of course) and Truth or Dare (which ended up being the adult version as well, ha!). We ate tuna and listened to trippy foreign music on Pedro's "soundsystem." We had a fuckin good time.

Tell me French stories! I know you've got em!

xoxoxoBon
ps- I went on the best date of my life last night. I say this in all seriousness- when I go on a good date, it's no joking matter. This one was good. He is the funniest person I have ever met. He knows/likes JLC. He's southern. And he wears glasses. I just might be in love. Keep your fingers crossed hard- you know my track record.