I was a Girl Scout up until the age when being a Girl Scout was on par with being in the school band or on drill team or whatever. I was actually a shitty Girl Scout, given that I hate the outdoors, am loathe to play sports and, wait, did I mention that I've been on the outs with nature since I was old enough to get stung by a mosquito? Not only was I a shitty Girl Scout, but my mom was one of our troop leaders and she might be the only person on the planet who hates nature more than I do. I actually made it through six years of Scouts without ever camping, thanks to my mom. (Oh, how I love her.) If you ever saw Troop Beverly Hills, Troop Valley was kind of like that, except that we weren't rich and most of the troop ended up pretty darn, um, well, you know how Catholic school girls are by seventh grade. Point being, my experience with Girls Scouts was pretty darned comedic, but I did learn enough to be prepared. (I also learned how to make a mean friendship bracelet, but that's another story.) So now, whenever I go to something like an outdoor, all day concert in BFE, I go overboard in preparation. This time around, I have two types of sunblock, astringent, baby wipes, hand sanitizer, hair clips, cigarettes, lighter and other assorted junk just dying to be crammed into my messenger bag alongside the usual reporting materials and earplugs. I keep wondering, though, did I forget something?
I guess we'll find out tomorrow. Ozzfest, here we come!