Why am I here? I could be anywhere in the world, yet I choose this place to be...right now.
Karoke took the center stage tonight in the campground. Young, old, and in-between sat in chairs and on picnic tables for the potluck and evening entertainment. My friends and neighbors took the golf carts up to the community center with coolers loaded with beverages and watched while grandpas sang with their grandchildren, kids sang with kids, and some truly talented people sang for real.
"Sean from Colorado" was there, along with mullet man, sloppy stucco guy, and other assorted characters.
Here I'm told I speak with a southern accent. Funny, 'cuz down south I'm told I have a North Dakota accent.
Last night I was picked up in a golf cart by a neighbor, and we visited several campfires before we finally finished at 3:30 this morning. We laughed. We talked. We drank...way too much.
Unable to sleep, I got out of bed at 8:30 this morning and made homemade salsa, hearty beans in the crockpot, and coffee. After chopping up jalapenos I got into the shower and rubbed my eyes. Bad idea. I thought I might be blinded for life after rubbing jalapeno oil into both eyes. A few hours later the tips of my fingers still burned, even though I had washed them with soap several times. Note to self: wear gloves next time I chop jalapenos.
Note to self: don't blog late in the evening after karoke and many drinks.
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