Here’s a flashback to last year’s UnScuz:
UnSCruz was a pounding, loud, nipple-sucking, rainy weather, chilly, vodka-filled, sangria-soaked, cheesy good time.
More on the nipple sucking later.
It started out laborious.
We had to set up our camps in the pouring rain.
Definitely. Not. Fun.
Both Marina and I were challenged to operate in these adverse conditions and we finally found ourselves sitting around the table in my little tent trailer, eating KFC and taking shelter from ALL THAT RAIN.
Todd, Marina’s boyfriend, was a trooper. He kept our spirits high while he himself was soaked to the bone.
If I was on Survivor, I’d definitely want Todd and Marina on my team.
So my little tent trailer got set up.
I sacked out inside the tent and attempted to warm up with some vodka and lemonade before the evening’s festivities.
The rain stopped around 6 pm and we all ventured outside to cook dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and then go mingle with friends.
Ali Bar Bar was CRAZY FUN!
It could be that a girl, who shall remain nameless, wound up showing off her breasts to a handful of people, two of whom decided to play with her nipples AT THE SAME TIME.
Much drinking and merriment ensued and I am happy to report I did not go to bed alone.
I had a bed buddy who helped me warm up my bed so I was nice and toasty before I fell asleep.
It’s the little things – like a nice warm bed – that make me happy.