It was the worst sleep of my life.
Our weekend boat camping trip began with much promise. We loaded our supplies, and motored across Lake Havasu to the opposite shore. Set up tents and chair.
We decided to procure sandwiches from the lakeside gas station, 20 minutes upriver. Maybe we could even play some slot machines while the attendant wasn't looking, though we were underage.
Project sandwiches and slots was a success, although the sun fully set during the mission. A quick survey of the group uncovered that no lantern was turned on before departure.
On a moonless night, on a very large lake, in a very small boat, we looked for our campsite. We traveled and and down the lakeshore for HOURS.
Past 2am and nearly out of fuel, we gave up and set an anchor.
We then played a desultory game of human Tetris to arrange five 17 year-old dudes in a 13-foot boat with Astroturf flooring, no pillows, and no blankets. This game had no victors.
At the first shimmer of dawn, a loud curse woke me. And then, a chorus of expletives.
Camp was 30 yards away, and had been RIGHT THERE the whole night.
Sometimes what you need the most is right under your nose. But maybe it's hidden from you; a lesson I learned the hard way that night.
As did Taco Bell, two weeks ago.
The chain brought back the Mexican Pizza - a food item that is neither Mexican nor Pizza, but is evidently beloved nevertheless.
The "Return of Mexican Pizza" was as short-lived as a Ben Affleck relationship, as the chain ran out of ingredients within days (hours in some locations).
