Tales from a Summer Camp - The Trip to Town.

Morning all! I woke up to the AMAZING news that due to the mental snowfall of last night that work has been closed - I get paid to sit at home and write, it's almost as if I'm a professional author. ;) Wherever you are today, I hope that you're having a wonderful snow day, if you don't have snow, just have a wonderful day xxx

DonDon and Me - The Trip to Town.

So we're past the halfway mark of camp now, we had just finished a rather gruelling 2 week session. Camp was gruelling, you'd wake up at 7, get campers up and ready and start the day, you'd work through to at least 11 (If you were on night watch you'd be working up til 2am) and because you were working hard you were tired out by the end of every day, but even though it was the hardest job I have ever, ever done, it was definitely the most rewarding and the best.

At the end of 2 week the campers had gone home and the camp had been cleaned and we were left with a bunch of grimy, tired counsellors, and we all congregated on the balcony outside of Cedar Hall, because it was time for the Iron Gut competition.

6 people, 3 guys, 3 girls stood at a table where an array of hideous food in front of them, the aim of the game was to eat the disgusting food, run down hill, around a tree, back up the hill and eat the next dish.

I stood with MAC and the rest of my friends, watching and I'll be honest heckling - cause that's what I do. I'm shouting abuse at my friends competing and the rest of us are just killing ourselves laughing, and as they're playing the storm that's been threatening rolls in and it starts rumbling ominously. I don't want to get wet so I start heckling harder, hoping to get them to hurry up.

DonDon is participating so I focus most of my abuse on him, sadly it doesn't motivate him and he loses.

One of the girls couldn't take any more and she runs  over to the dustbin and throws up, we all jeer and cover our eyes, then her hurling sets off one of the guys, and she won't get out of the way and he gets so close to throwing up on her head that it caused all of us to lose it, big time. We're all laughing so hard we're crying and one of the guys finishes up as champion and then the majority of the staff go home as we had a lot of time off and they were making the most of it.

DonDon, Myself and my English chums had no plans so we decided to all go to Madison the capital of Wisconsin for the weekend and have a little adventure. We were going to head off the next day and so we decided to relax seeing as the storm was starting to roll in and we knew we'd all spend time in Cedar Hall watching movies.

DonDon had his truck with him and wanted to go shopping, so I said I'd go with him and everyone made a list of what they wanted.

DonDon and I drove in to town and our first stop was the piggly wiggly (true name love it) and we're getting everyones shopping, walking round the aisles slowly and chatting and laughing, he said something to tease me and I called him a 'douche' which was my word of choice and then DonDon points at something on the shelf and busts out laughing.

There on the shelf was a ladies Douche Bag - if you don't know what it is google it, this is a family show ;-) Now we don't have Douches in England - that I know of. It's a completely hilarious thing to me and so DonDon and I are cracking up, getting weird looks from everyone in the store, and DonDon turns to me.

"Buy it!"

I look at him like he's crazy.

"No."

He looks at me pleadingly.

"Go on buy it, it'll be hilarious."

I sighed, it would be funny, but I'm British, there's a certain part of me that's very uptight.

"NO! They'll think it's for me." I whine.

"Fine I'll buy it." DonDon complains.

"NO! They'll think it's for me, that's so weird!" I shriek playfully and as we're arguing - something we do with frequency - a woman comes over and picks up a douche and walks away. DonDon and I fall silent, look at each other and then start giggling like school children.

We hastily leave the Piggly Wiggly before we're thrown out and go to our next stop, the pizza place.

We order at the drive-thru and then park up whilst we wait for our order to be completed, we're chatting and laughing when I suddenly spot something and gasp.

"OH MY GOD! Don! It's a Monkey!" I screech and point out towards the little capuchin monkey scampering across the lot. I knew Wisconsin had varied wildlife, I'd seen enough of it, but a monkey?

"Carla, that's a cat." DonDon said with no emotion.

I blushed bright red whilst DonDon laughed his ass off and I scowled muttering about the fact that I didn't have my glasses on.

We'd only meant to have been gone for an hour at most, but we rocked up after about two, still laughing about the fun we'd had doing a simple errand run. And the memories of that day will always be right up there with top moments that I'd had at camp and solidifies the reason that DonDon is my best male friend.