I'm so bad at planning things but it really isn't my fault, its the unreliable friends who ruin plans.
Yesterday I planned on camping out on a mountain with 2-3 other bro-friends. Just a little chill out sesh to check out the night time view of the city from a cliff, get drunk or high, whatever... just kick back. Sounds like a dandy time to myself and friend A, so the two of us bring everything up to the camp site, rake it all out, make a nice fire pit, set up a tent, chairs, everything in the scorching heat of the day. We hike back down and go swimming with friend B and C at friend C's house to cool off before we go up for the night. While swimming, friend C decides he just doesn't feel like sleeping out tonight so he isn't going. No reason, he just doesn't feel like going. Friend B says he only wants to go if friend C goes. Its ok if he doesn't, he annoys us but would keep everything in check since he doesn't take part in mind altering substances. Now its two dudes and sounds really gay, so we hike back up the mountain, pack everything back up, and carry it all back down and go home. Worst night.
Needed to vent ahhh