weekend

Some day I'm going to write a book. And I'm going to include some classic events from this past weekend. I would try to describe it for you now, but I think I need some time and space from it to really capture the true insanity of it all. I will suggest that if a kid (I should note that I use the term "kid" loosely to describe males regardless of their age) starts belting the Canadian national anthem in the middle of a restaurant while eating with your parents or if he calls your dad an old geezer... probably not a good sign. It's all about learning from the experience right?

Big props to the Riley/Takata/Busby (yeah phone support was huge) fam for accompanying me and making the weekend that much more bearable. I still question whether I ever should have left chili's friday night... but the story might make the experience that much more worthwhile.

And thanks to Ciara for letting me earn my cafe wings all on my own! I think I'm going into retirement now!

Positive note... we did take a tour of wo-me-to and I miss it. I owe so much of who I am to my experiences at that camp. I spent ten summers there and amidst some tears, crutches and mini-drama I learned a ton about God, myself and found the best friends I could ever dream of... Some day when I strike it rich from my book deal or perhaps the winning lotto ticket, I'm going to buy the whole camp and everyone can come visit... but I will be taking the air conditioning out of the cabins, putting an orange cone over the rock that tore ligaments in my toes, keeping the chapel unlocked for visitors, installing new benches around the lake/pond for candlelight (no more pool-side service), constructing a permanent mexican market, removing any sign of bees from the counselor's pool deck, playing music over miss sandra's sound system 24-7 (with a slight upgrade from amy grant and michael w. smith to david crowder and shawn mcdonald-esque music), and keeping the plastic covers on all of the bunk beds to allow guests to experience sleep loss from 9 year old girls rolling around on plastic. Maybe I should start a fund for donations...