So, I know it's been awhile since my last entry and basically there's no excuse. I should've posted something during the months I was at camp, but I didn't. Why? Well, I'd been waiting for something funny to happen which when you think about it is quite ridiculous, I laughed more there than practically anywhere else. So why didn't I write?
Cause I'm lazy......
Now I'm going to tell you a little story about the Round-Up CIT's of 2011. I'll be honest, when I first met them, I didn't quite know what to think. I'd never been thrust into the midst of eight teenagers, all very sarcastic, before. I'm pretty sure the first couple days I was like a deer in the headlights. Freaked.
I guess I'll tell you their names at least, that way we don't get confused as this story progresses.
There's Ron, David, Gabe, Nic, Victoria, Liza, Hayley, Galen, Jeffrey, and now Tyler. I know what you're thinking, Rachael that's definitely NOT eight, and yes I know that. But Galen moved down to Sky Valley camp and Jeffrey went home after first session so technically there is eight, not including me.
I know what I'm saying, don't be alarmed.
So anyway, where my story takes place is in the dish room. See the CIT's (counselors-in-training) are in charge of doing the dishes every meal, which is great bonding time, even though it turns your fingers into raisins. Something to be aware of though is that water fights are prohibited at Round-Up because the food preparation area is so close to the dish room. However, this hardly stopped us in the beginning. We'd hose each other down or splash bubbles in secret, laughing all the while, even though it was bound to end badly.
One day, during stay-overs, Ron, Nic, and I were in the dish room washing dishes with Hayley and Galen and acting super sarcastic with each other, unaware of the impending doom approaching.
Now the dish room is split into two halves, pots and pans and dishes. Hayley and Ron were doing the pots and the rest of us were on dishes. It was a bright sunny morning and the day was suppose to evolve into an outing with all the CIT's. The cooks were almost done cleaning up breakfast and everything was going pleasantly as planned. Then........
This is the point in the story where scary music would suddenly come on.
So we were washing dishes pleasantly and suddenly it happened. A jet of water shot over the counter and nailed Galen in the chest. In horror we all froze and looked at Hayley, who was smiling and trying to hold back her laughter. In a fit of rage, Galen ran over to the pots side, picked Hayley up, and put her in the sanitiser sink. Unfortunately as she was being dumped in, she reached for the shelving that holds all the pots and pulled it over, making every pan that we owned fall to the ground.
The sound was like an avalanche tearing through the dish room.
Instantly, Ron, Nic, and I dropped everything we had, bolting for the door as we see Heather (the cook) walking over, arms crossed, holding a spoon. It was a terrifying sight. That's why I was glad to escape it.
We had many scary incidents at camp and in the dish room in particular. It was like a battle zone. You had to be constantly prepared for an attack at any instant.
Like when you walk into your cabin after a long night in the dish room, you don't expect anything out of the ordinary to happen. Then your camper comes flying out of nowhere, throws you against a wall, and begins drilling you on your life. And let me tell you, as the torrent of questions are launched at you and you sit there helplessly trying to fend off the really messy ones like, "Who's this boy I heard about?" There's really nothing you can do.
Except maybe sit on her and tickle her till she can't breathe and therefore, can't ask anymore questions, but who would do that? Ahem......Is it hot in here?
There were a couple moments this summer, where I was seriously concerned for the rest of mankind. Especially boy kind. I mean, we were releasing these girls BACK into the world. What had we done?
I'm mainly referring to the Ice Cream Incident of Bunkhouse Night 2nd Session. Nugget South was the culprit. We'd started off our cabin experience quite nice, gentle laughter, juicy stories, and all around fun. However, once we'd gone to the kitchen and they'd gotten Ice Cream in them...I swear...It was like a higher power took over. There was nothing my fellow counselor and I could do. Let me just say, that before the night was up they'd managed to smear Ice Cream all over their faces, my face, the other counselors face, and probably terrified the entire male species. At one point I vaguely remember leaping into a boy campers face with chocolate ice cream surrounding my lips and screaming, "WE'RE CRAZY!"
The poor boy, clearly flustered, could only say, "I believe you."
Sheesh, that night brings back memories.
As does all of camp, an incredible experience to the beholder. This summer I did things I'd never done before, like get thrown in the water trough, stalk a cross-dresser, chase down my boss and tie her to a chair using bandanas, eat chocolate cake at 3 AM, almost get squished by a semi-truck, and go to a Tea factory. The last one however......Let me tell you how awkward it was going with Tyler, standing there in a freaking BLUE hairnet, gagging in the peppermint room because I HATE mint, and being on a tour with only old women and babies. Two teenagers. Alone. Ugh.
Besides, I don't even like tea......
So anyway, I guess to talk more about camp would be overkill, but I just feel like its been so long since I've written I have to make up for it somehow. Of course, writing millions of stories about my campers will eventually bore you so I'll stop.
Remind me to tell you about the Tree and Horse Incident of 2nd Session sometime though....
Now I debated just what to put as my quote of the day, since there were so many good ones this summer, but I think the one that hands down made me laugh the most was one Tyler said.
Oh Tyler......If you knew him you'd understand why I'm laughing now just thinking about it.
Okay, on with it.
Hayley, Tyler and I were sitting at a table in a small cafe, talking about going riding the following morning. The conversation went like this:
Hayley- "So Rachael, you want to go riding tomorrow morning?"
Me-"I don't know, JT wanted to go riding and teach me something. We were going to go alone." (JT was my other boss)
Hayley-"Ooo...Alone..."
I rolled my eyes as Tyler leaned forward and said, "If you two kiss, Imma be pissed."
Another eye roll.
Hayley- "He has a girlfriend, Tyler."
Tyler points a finger at me and says, "And so does she."
He'd just called himself my girlfriend, instead of boyfriend. Hayley and I burst out laughing and couldn't stop. It was too funny. Tyler just sat there, a smirk on his face, like even HE couldn't believe he'd just said that.
It had to be one of the funniest things I heard at camp.
He'll probably be mad that I added that, but I don't care. Sorry Ty, it was just too good.
So anyway, this is Rachael, signing off, wishing everyone a very good night.
Oh, and if someone tries putting you in the sink......well, you know what NOT to do.
