Normally, I can sleep through just about anything. For some reason, last night was a miserable exception to this rule. With Tara enviably dead to the world next to me, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep for most of the night. It didn't help that our campsite (actually, just a field full of cars and tents) was filled with loud, inebriated campers.

Though I did manage to doze off for an hour or two, unless the pandemonium ceased exactly while I did, the party never stopped. It lasted well past dark, 11PM in this area, and stretched right into morning sunrise at 3AM.

Here is a sample of the soundtrack for the evening:

The oh-so-clever club hit, "SEXY BITCH" was the only song they played. It went something like this:

"A SEXY BITCH, A SEXY BITCH, A SEXY BITCH"

"DAMN GIRL"

"A SEXY BITCH, A SEXY BITCH, A SEXY BITCH"

"DAMN GIRL"

"A SEXY BITCH, A SEXY BITCH, A SEXY BITCH"

Rinse and repeat. All night long.

It reminded me of carnival in Patras. The party was still going strong at 7AM when we packed up the tent to leave. Ugh.