I am going to be completely honest here. Please don't judge.
So we went camping at a nature center. We were in a "lodge" for the night. Not real, true roughing it out in the woods in tents and using outhouses. But these girls are 6 and 7 years old. No need for the real thing quite yet. Baby steps.
Since the nature center was a State Park, we had to follow some "rules". I'll just come out and say it. No alcohol was allowed.
Here is what I expected:
We would be in a "lodge", sitting by a nice fire on comfy couches. The kids would be so tired from our hike and bonfire that they would pass out by 9:30. Then all the moms would stay up late and talk. Everyone would have a "secret stash" of liquor in their bags (because even though we were not supposed to bring alcohol, hey, we are all adults and can handle a little drinky to relax at the end of a long night.)
This is what I imagined. Not quite the reality.
Here is what happened:
We sat in a common room on folding metal chairs. There was a fire. The room did have a wilderness lodge feel. There were moose, elk, and wild boar (to name a few) heads on the wall.
Apparently, the other moms were rule followers. Just a few of us were up later than then the girls. Only my sister-in-law and one other mom mentioned wanting a drink. And wasn't I glad I could help? Oh yes, I brought cans of Diet Coke and a water bottle filled with vanilla rum. So the three of us went into the kitchen and secretly had a drink like we were teenagers sneaking into our parents' stash then refilling the used liquor bottles with water.
I should also note that my sister-in-law brought diet root beer and whipped cream vodka. Oh, and I had 2 boxes of Pinot Grigio in my bookbag. Have you seen those cute little boxes that hold 3 glasses of wine? Yep, I had 2 of them. I didn't drink them though. Mainly because I forgot my coffee thermos and didn't know how else to drink it without being caught.
Here are my thoughts for the future:
I would LOVE to go camping again. And I will bring booze again. That's about it.