POPPING A TENT

If you think for one minute dears, I do a tent, I'll tell you another. Hi everybody it's the Mistress back from a lovely, semi relaxing, half debauchery, and all frolic weekend at the swell little spigot of land in the Pocono Mountains  at the Woods Campground. 

The weather held out pretty well too with just one shower Friday night.  I didn't even need my fur chubby or a bear to keep me warm either, as it was very warm up there at night, which is not usually the case. Isn't this pond lovely? I had two near misses falling in trying to get these pictures.

Like I said the Mistress doesn't fool around with a tent. Do I look like a beat my laundry on rocks? No, we stay at my dear, very old, old, and I do mean old friend, Winfred's site with he and his boyfriend. I need room to make all this magic happen. My good friend Roberta Hijinks went with me, for the Gin Tour. And he's crazier then me!

The main cabin...and the little pop up I'm in. I adore that little thing!

We were catty corner to all the local hangouts too which was nice.

If one gets lost to their next town ...no worries...it's all here for you to find out how far.

There was plenty of flora and faun and aviary and such for me to take in. I did canoe  on the lake and walked the hidden trails....I felt like some kind of Green Goddess when we came out of the woods.

For Debs!

I can be a cheeky bitch at times.

At another of my friends who have a site there...take a gander at these lovely trees.

Yes....all empty Sky Vodka, and Blue Coat gin bottles. I myself did contribute one or two gin bottles. They light up at night.  Of course they weren't the only things lit. Look at these bears.

Speaking of bears, the guy I met at the Raven was here also, with yet another huge hat. I may have to make him my official milliner.

And of course I did say this was glamping, so you know there were some queens there besides myself... and there is always time for a cock-a-tail.

Hedi Ho and Aurora Borleis. Bitches after a cherry!

And Lavish DuJour fell completely out the sloppy drunk. Of course besides drag, There were other activities since it was, after all, Frat Weekend, like swimming,  a dunken tank, beer pong, naked Twister, and a wet tee shirt, underwear and best ass contest. I came in third in the wet underwear contest. And you haven't lived till you played Naked Twister I tell you. I saw things hanging on people I didn't know were there.

But the highlight after the shows was the dancing where Roberta and I danced for over two hours. The dogs were barking I tell you. And I know you will be shocked to hear I did kick my legs up. I managed to flip the hammock only twice.

But after so much dancing and a few gin and tonics and some debauchery, I hit the wall and headed back to the site  around 2:30am to relax and build a fire. It may shock you, but the Mistress can build a hell of a fire. It's a miracle the gusto the flames get quickly from me blowing my gin infused breath on the flames.

Very relaxing indeed. I think next year I'll take Duchess Deedles.