How to camp when you'd rather not...

The man-hunk and I love to camp. But I hate humidity, and he hates bugs. So on Friday night we made a little compromise. One air mattress, sleeping bags, a trip to the Target, a couple of skewers, and a ridiculously tiny lantern later-- badaboom, badabing!-- camping in Houston!

This was a seriously cheap-o-date. If we had already been owners of "sidewalk crayons," then this date woulda costed next-ta-nothin. But we weren't. But now we are. See how that works? But what I was trying to say is that it was cheap and it simultaneously rocked. Hard core rockage, is what I'm talking about here. A good-ol'd time was had by all. And not only was it entertaining, the night was also educational. Here are the things I learned whilst going about the business of the Camping Date Night 2011:

-Diet IBC Root Beer is far inferior to its sugary sister.
-Chalk makes for sneeziness. Consequently, handkerchiefs should be worn around the face bandit-style while creating works of chalky genius.
-Nickel Creek provides a great soundtrack for indoor camping. Nickelback provides a great soundtrack for... absolutely nothing.
-It's "ante up"--not "Annie up" or "inny up." No wonder the other poker players have never taken me seriously.
-Graham crackers and marshmallows are food for the birds until roasted and topped with chocolate. Then they become dessert for the kings and queens o' camping.
-Screaming shrilly when terrified is very unbecoming and wholly unnecessary.

The moral: Indoor camping is entertaining, educational, and yesh...

...oh-sho-yummy.