Monday, June 13, 2011

the not-so-million-dollar question

You know how when you're like in 5th grade, and you're trying to figure out what you wanna be when you grow up, that silly test they have you take asks you 'if money was not an obstacle, what would you want to do?' And typically you wind up being like a stargazer or a trash collect or something?

(Insert quote from The West Wing regarding the importance of trash collectors in society.)

Well if we all started living on monopoly money or it grew on trees or something, I would hang out with teenagers every day. Patrick and I returned from youth camp last night. I. love. camp. Truthfully, there are very few places I would rather be than at youth camp. Returning is the pits. Except of course that it means I don't have to sleep in those terrible beds anymore. Or eat the food. But other than that.

The speaker was really good, the kids responded to him well, and I personally thoroughly enjoyed myself. The thing about youth camp is that when I describe it without being there, it sounds terrible. Tons of time outside in the heat. Bunk beds that are specially created by camps all over the country to be the least comfortable thing imaginable. Tons of fried food for lunch when it's over 100 degrees outside. A camp staff that is less than spectacular and ridiculous rules galore. Having something on my schedule from 7 am to midnight. Never fails, a clogged toilet every single year. (This year's was especially yucky. That's all you need to know.)

I mean it really doesn't sound all that enjoyable. It's a hot, jam-packed, often gross, exhausting time. But throw in some teenagers and some water games and you've got yourself a party. I absolutely love it. My face hurts from laughing so hard by the end of it.

And just because I've been so severely lacking in the picture department, here are two of the reasons I love it so much:

Happy summer, folks! I hope you get to go to camp!