sunday bloody sunday

As a counselor, Sundays at camp tend to be relatively low-key and easy. As a tribal leader, they take on a characteristic most often encountered in the sixth ring of Hell. Now, let me say that I love the Sabbath and I respect it, but yesterday made me want to just punch a baby. There were a few glitches in the church service, but overall it was fine. The real problems arose when we attempted to go to Nibble Nook, an ice cream place at the conference center near our camp. Obviously, a thunderstorm descended on camp and lasted just long enough to insure that EVERY OTHER tribe in camp got to ride a bus. However, when it was time for the 7-year-olds to leave (about 30 minutes later than we were supposed to), someone decided the weather was PERFECT for a walk. That just didn't make me happy. I called my tribe to the front of the Lake Lodge and waited for 15 minutes for them. I was supposed to go with them, but at this point I handed the radio and camper money to one of my staffers and went to get ready for our song at Council Ring. While preparing our song, I found myself to be incredibly thirsty. The idea of a fountain drink appealed to me on so many levels, so I called one of my fellow central staffers and asked him to bring me one when he drove back to camp. Upon his return, I found that he had, in fact, not purchased my drink. Ashley offered to run to the canteen and buy me a drink. I don't know why, but I really wanted a cup and ice. So, I called some other staffers and... no luck. Now, this just made me a little angry. So, I improvised and got a cup and ice from the kitchen, but... still not the same. When my guys finally got back from ice cream, we practiced our song and then went to dinner. During the Vespers service, the other Tribal Leaders and I assembled feather armbands in preparation for Council Ring. Now, due to the fact that we had absolutely no clue what we were doing, the situation devolved into stress and just a little anger on my part. I then realized that I had no batteries for my freakin boom box for my song on Council Ring, so I proceeded to freak and make a campwide announcement begging for C-batteries. Desperate? Yes. But, we got to the hill and my song happened to be one of the best two. I believe that is directly related to the fact that it was to the tune of "I Love Beach Music" by the Embers. A little shagging never hurt anyone. You can take that one and put it in your back pocket. We went to Denny's afterwards and our table of four finished all of our Grand Slam meals in under 4 minutes. No joke. I leave you with a quote from Madea:
"See y'all think Rosa Parks stayed on that bus trying to help black people. Let me tell you the real reason why Ms. Rosa didn't get off that bus. I was at the bus stop like this. Get off the bus, Rosa. Get off the bus, ROSA."