2 parts alcohol, 2 parts white trash and all parts fun

Okay, quick pre-note from Katie: Tracy clearly wrote the beginning of this post, and while I am damn proud of my pink flower crocs and old lady Walmart visor, I'm not exactly wanting to advertise my pantlessness so I only did a little revising.

And now, to Tracy's part of the post:
Our first camping trip of the season could not have gone better.

A little unknown fact that Atlantic City has a plethora of campgrounds and it is our mission to destroy everyone of them.

After making the hellish drive to Delaware to meet up with Katie we headed the rest of the way there. Katie is a born navigator, I am a born driver. However, after the 7+ hours it took me to get to the horrible horrible town of Newark where she is training, I could no longer stand getting behind the wheel.

PS- never ever let me navigate. i. suck.

We had a great time with the NYC group, basically acting like idiots as per usual but this time it was our pleasure to hang with the most entertaining WT's ever.

Pics...

gross


grosser


group


lance dance


And Lance wasn't alone- (hi, Katie here again)- Claire, Suzy and I rocked the macarena:


And there was some sort of square dancing going on:


I think everyone can agree, however, that the highlight of the entire weekend was at the very end. After the Jimmy Buffet lookalike concert, the macarena, the square dancing and the limbo stick, the DJ called everyone into a circle for their summer tradition. We had had one too many beers to be skeptical, so we joined the circle, held hands with those next to us, and joined everyone in singing "Proud to be an American" as two girls stood in the middle waving small sparklers:



Oh, and in regards to why Tracy claims I lost 35 friend points in the period of 4 hours...pretty sure it has nothing to do with my lack of fashion, since it's not like she has any more shame than I do, and I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with my dancing, since I'm AWESOME. So I have to guess that it's because on the drive back, when I was navigating, I managed to miss the exit by about 30 miles...so before continuing her drive to Virginia, I made Tracy turn around to go an hour out of her way to drive me back to Delaware. oops.

dear katie- i cannot believe you erased your pantsless picture. you are dead to me. it. is. over.
-tracy