It's funny how a weekend away is more dependent on a sunny disposition than a rainy day.
You go away with a great bunch of people, and it may pour with rain the whole time but you remember having a blast huddling under the tent and listening to the music, the raindrops on the canvas and the laughter.
You go away with an unhappy camper, and it may be sunny and hot the whole time but you can only really remember that mini-hissy fit thrown, a hairy eyeball or two, or the snide remarks...
I like the former. That's a recipe for some fun times. :)
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