Aug 24, 2010 22:26
[trundling into camp on this fine day is one (1) beat-up old pickup truck, piled in back of which are a couple chicken cages, a multitude of luggage -- most of it pink -- and a huge floral-print stuffed armchair. camp's newest, blondest, itty-bittyist counselor is seated in said armchair, sporting a fetching white diamante'd minidress, martini glass in one hand and shaker in the other. a suspiciously clinking backpack is slung over one shoulder.
also of note: she is singing an operatic rendition of Oh What a Beautiful Morning.
the truck stops just as she hits the big finish, April hops down, and it drives off again to deliver her luggage to parts unknown.]
...Now, who wants a camptini?
((eta: 3am means I'm out for the night. shine on you crazy diamonds, and I'll see you tomorrow!))