About camp.
Gods, I don't even know where to begin...
We left a little late (big surprise there right?) to meet my lift in Kingston. Then we complicated matters by getting off at the wrong exit. Twice! Then, as we got closer, I discovered the phone number she gave me was wrong. D'oh! In the end lift was met and we had a great drive the rest of the way to camp (except I got carsick at the end and we got lost trying to find the camp).
Arrived at camp, got name tags, took a look at the dorms to see which one we'd sleep in. One was in the basement, kinda shabby but lots of plugs everywhere. The other was in a log building. Kinda cute, more people, no plugs. I had my battery pack so we chose the cute one. BIG mistake. I let B. plug her fan into the pack along with my CPAP and it died after an hour. Yup, at midnight I was changing dorms. Fun! I went through three beds the first night. Chose another spot the next day but moved again before bedtime.
Teams: that went well. Our team(Blue) was worse than a bunch of Unitarians -- we couldn't agree on anything! It took us the entire first meeting to choose a team name and in the end they wound up changing it after the fact. (from Smurfs to HurriSmurfs) Then they announced we'd be doing a skit. No problem! I have tons of skits! Oh... it has to be about 15 minutes long? Eep! Everyone wanted to lead, no one followed without a fight and one member disappeared after the first day. She came back for *one* game.
The Skit: (bear in mind, we had less than an hour a day to work on this) On the first day no one has any ideas. I stand up and explain that I've done a lot of skits at camp and that I have some ideas. I suggest a Circus with a skit we use in Cubs as the punchline. We sell tickets to see The World's Ugliest Creature. Each person who gazes upon it drops in terror until the last one who scares the creature away. Not one in my team got the joke. Ok, moving on. Day two rolls around. Half the group wants the Circus (without the joke) half the group wants something else. I ask what. They don't know. After 40 minutes of wrangling they want a Camp for Deaf Bears (bears were a running joke throughout the week) we're pretty evenly split but in the end the Bears win. At some point I learn you can pout in ASL (omg, this one girl and her tantrums...). By the next day one of the pro-Circus people has come up with a GREAT idea and we run with it. Yes, after three days we end up right where we started!