so long, 2a

So, I know it's been a while. Let's see... starting with Wednesday. Nothing big. OAP day. We played a bunch of tag games. That night was Gold Rush. Honestly, what is better than watching children chase full-speed after a moving truck in hopes that they will catch a piece of gold-painted rock? Well, clearly, there are lots of things better than that. But it's still cool. After Gold Rush, we sent the kids to Spilman to watch a movie while the staff went and hung out at Boscobel. I was only there for a little while because I needed to rest and prepare myself for Mystery Late Night Dinner, which took place that night. We went into the cabin at roughly 11:25PM in hopes of waking children up and making them cry or at least complain a lot. However, this group of children was overly excited and couldn't wait to get there. That may have something to do with the fact that these children took enough medicine to supply a small third-world country with all its attention-deficit-fixing needs. Guatemala, call me. We went to Huddle House which smelled characteristically of cigarette smoke and sketchy people. And yes, sketchy people have a smell. I just may be the only one who can smell it. As is usual for SALT guys, one of the guys did something embarassing. Last time, Pat Patterson spilled an entire Coke cup on the table and yelled really loud. This time, Doug Schwarz flicked a paper football into the booth in front of us. A child then turned around, reached over, and asked for the football back. Doug then said, "She wouldn't have noticed if you didn't ask for it." Unfortunately, she was a he. Party foul. Then, one of my children made up members of his family while insisting that they existed, including a brother who steals cars and is in jail in Australia. Lies. One of my children ordered only a tossed salad. There it is. From there, we went back to camp, where we got little sleep. I woke up the next day and not the tiniest bone in my body wanted to get out of that bed. But, I did. That afternoon, the SALT guys were scheduled to run the OA, which was Tin Man. A ridiculously large thunderstorm put an end to that and we played Chair Tic-Tac-Toe. Thank you Dv8. Then, my cousin Helen came to visit and I showed her around camp and took her to see my family over at the girls camp. It was awesome. That night, Lauren Hogan and I attempted to go find a Bojangle's. Unfortunately for us, the closest one was closed. We drove around to the drive-thru window, where there was a large black man sitting in the window, back towards us, smoking a cigarette. He looked at us and looked away. Obviously, we sat there until he came outside and talked to us. We inquired as to what the hours of operation were for that restaurant, and he responded eloquently by saying, "6AM to 9Pm or some sh-t." I was a little astonished that that man thought it was appropriate to curse like that, but whatever. We drove away and I called 411 and asked for the nearest Bojangles in Asheville. The man on the line said "I don't have a listing for a Bo Jangles." I laughed and explained to the Yankee on the line that Bojangles is, in fact, a restaurant and not a person. As though I would interact with someone named Bo Jangles. So, we finally found one. We pulled in at 9:53, knowing that the restaurant closed at 10. We ordered and the man behind the window said, "Sorry, credit card machine is down." I politely asked where the nearest ATM was, and he informed me that he would be closed by the time I returned. I was not about to give up, so Lauren and I stared at him for a solid minute. He finally said, "I can try and run the card," which is code for "I am lazy and don't feel like doing my job." Clearly, he had already run the report for the machine for the night. Well, amazingly, my card went through. Unfortunately, the food SUCKED. It was cold and lumpy. I don't like cold or lumpy, but put them together and they make me even more unhappy. But, I was thankful for a biscuit and a nice fountain drink. Friday... closing. Nothing much happened. We sent Brant and Gage home, which obviously made me cry. It was so sad. But, I was ready to just hang for Session Break. I got a sweeeeeeeeet package from Lil Mer and then the Olsons came up to visit. I got to hang out with Elisabeth that night at Montreat and then had dinner at the Hendersons. I hung out all day on Saturday with everyone, attended the groundbreaking for the chapel, and went to a nice buffet for dinner. Staff worship was amazing, and it was sad to realize it was our last one. Session 2B has begun. Post. Script. Please, please, please pray for peace in Lebanon and Israel.