While reminiscing with a dear friend from my ole K-2 days, Coops (SHOUT OUT), I was reminded of why I loved spending three summers at a camp with no air conditioning, nasty water, chiggers and food that was less than wonderful-- the people. I made great friends there. Most of them are still my friends, minus a few who I'll try not to talk about. Ie; bMayes.
I think my favorite thing about my friends from there was usually the moment in which we realized we were actual friends and not just "camp friends." That usually happened over an alcoholic beverage* or during a completely inappropriate rap song**. I mean, you know you're friends with someone when you can role-play with the bridge diagram one minute and shake it fast to Nelly the next. Oh yes, that's true friendship.
Anyway-- here's to not showering in a community shower where the biggest challenge is getting in and out of the shower without touching the shower curtain or the cinder block wall. Here's to Mexican food night where inevitably a bowel movement will happen within minutes of consuming a burrito. Here's to Saturday afternoons spent trying to figure out if you just ate chicken or turkey. Here's to 2-4s spent at Wal-Mart. Here's to dancing inappropriately where no one can see. Here's to you Kanakuk, next time, the Thirster's on me, not grape Thirster.
* No alcoholic beverages were ever consumed while actually working at Kanakuk or before anyone was 21 years old. Kanakuk does not support alcohol, legal or otherwise.
** Rap music and dancing is another story, although Kanakuk does not support it either.
And because they are going to ask for it: K-Nast (SHOUT OUT), Tay-Tay Woo-Face (SHOUT OUT), Klique (SHOUT OUT), LD (now, P) (SHOUT OUT), Reece the Beast (SHOUT OUT), Becky (SHOUT OUT) and of course, **Jordan Parker (SHOUT OUT, who inspired me to blog in the first place.