Afternoon all! Today was my scheduled day off, and I did absolutely nothing with it, well except for read, which is always entertaining, but I do need to write more, got one chapter done last night, I'm gonna try for chapter two tonight...but first I want to get another daily dose of memories down, so I have something tangible to read back on...
2 Girls, 1 Boot.
So far I've focused my memories with 2 of my specific best friends, but there were others that I was insanely close to and today's memory focuses on one of those people, Katie.
She was another one of the lifeguards and was also sarcastic, vastly intelligent and witty. It's funny because when I met her, I made the rash decision that I wouldn't like her. I also made that decision with MAC, DonDon, Kate (who will appear later), and a few other people who I won't name because I actually didn't like them. But every single one of the above names became people who I actually cared for deeply over the course of the summer.
All of the female directors and 2 members of the kitchen staff shared a room with adjoining bathroom (which at camp was a little piece of heaven, because mass shared bathrooms are in a word - gross.) In this room there was four bunk beds, and several dressers, we were pretty packed in.
There was MAC on the bottom bunk, me on the top bunk (Which was the bane of my existence) I didn't like having to take my life in my hands every day clambering up a wooden ladder. There was also a number of times, when by the end of the day I was so exhausted, climbing up to bed was a chore that could literally make me want to burst in to tears. And climbing down in the morning, when I was still half asleep was particularly hazardous, I had no motor skills at all, and I had to crawl backwards, find where to put my feet before hoping my asleep muscles could keep me from falling backwards.
Katie knew my pain because she too was on the top bunk on the other side of the room.
It was some time towards the middle of camp when Katie and I were in the room alone, I imagine it was probably a Saturday night as we were relaxing and not working, we'd been shopping in the mall earlier that day when I had, had the time of my life, finally getting to go to my favourite shop in the world - Hot Topic.
I had spent $200 dollars in that shop, I bought skirts, shirts and the sexiest pair of knee-high boots.
It was back in our room and I was attempting to put away my purchases and Katie and I were chatting, I sat on MACs bed putting my new gorgeous boots on, they were knee-high platforms that had laces at the front and zips on the side.
Now everyone needs to bear in mind here, that I was a good deal bigger then than I am now, which is the only reason I am happily sharing with you this humiliation.
I put the boots on and zip them up, managing to zip the flesh of my chubby calves into my boot, I yelped and then proceeded to carefully put the other boot on, only to have the zip split because the flesh of my calves was too vast to be fitted in to the boot.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap." I curse, drawing Katie's attention to me. She comes over and we laugh (well I die a little inside) and as a joint effort we manage to get the zip down a little ways.
However I now had a stuck fast zip that would go neither up nor down and a boot that was stuck.
Katie grabs my ankle and starts heaving, almost dragging me off the bed, the girl is freakishly strong for such a small thing. I'm holding on to the bed frame, Katie is heaving with all of her might, trying to free my cankles from the beautiful boot.
After a mighty ten minute struggle and one almighty heave, my foot is finally free, and Katie and I are both panting from exertion, I can only imagine what we must have looked like, sweaty, panting - it's the stuff rumours are made from.
I got up and walked into the toilet, after having almost wet myself from laughing. And as I am going about my business Katie starts talking to me through the door. Now I'm not shy, and lord knows at camp privacy becomes a thing of the past, so we're chatting and when I'm done Katie goes in to the loo and we're chatting.
I hear the toilet flush a couple of times and then Katie rushes out of the door at looks at me, panic clear in her eyes.
"Carla, I need to go find the plunger - guard the toilet!" Katie says and runs from the room.
Only at camp does unreliable plumbing make for classic entertainment.
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