This post is dedicated to the truck, for the many precious moments we had in it.
Side note: I'm writing this on the plane, so anything weird that inevitably happens will also be recorded.
Our team was comprised of 11 team members. Six girls and five boys.
Interruption: I just watched the stewardess in a hula dancer apron wake up a football player who had sprawled out into the aisle. He's mad.
Back to the team. To protect the innocent I won't use any real names. You know who you are.
The boys:
Z-Dawg is my twin. It's not really that we look alike or act alike, but we both hate bananas and tomatoes and have dark hair. Somehow, that was enough to convince the junior campers that we are twins. I'm five minutes older.
The Exercise Guys like to workout. They're very good at playing the games at camp, which might be why their team won most of the games. The girls worked out for about two days before giving up on an exercise program called "Guns, Buns, and Abs," so we admire their dedication.
Lebron wins the most popular male counselor award. A high percentage of female campers had a crush on him, and the guys called him Lebron. He tried to teach me how to do a backflip. Needless to say, I was unable to do it.
Shaggy was also given his nickname by the campers. This was his third summer at camp, so he knew what he was doing and told us what to do. We obeyed because he drove the truck and we had to be nice if we wanted him to take us to get frozen yogurt. We also obeyed because no one else had a clue what was going on.
My homegirls:
There's always a mother of the group, and ours was pretty cool. She always had everything anyone needed, she always knew the answers to my questions, she tucked us in at night, and she glares if you wake her up too early.
We all liked cheering for our team, but no one loved it as much as the Queen of the Ninjas. I'm glad someone knew the cheers!
Interruption: There's still sand in my hair.
The Northern Belle and I are almost totally opposite. I didn't realize exactly how southern I am until I met her. She doesn't like hugs, so I know when she hugged me* goodbye it meant a lot. We roomed together the first week of camp, and some of my favorite memories are making eye contact from our bunks across the room when our campers talked about all their hair problems.
*I hugged her and she didnt push me away.
The Nurse saved my life on multiple occasions. Well, not really, but when my hypochondriac side got the better of me, she assured me that I was just fine. I would have done anything she said, but she never led me astray. She had the uncanny ability to know what I wanted to eat before I did, and survived a near death experience (aka skit night) like a trooper.
Last, but certainly not least, Birdface. Bird and I are a lot alike. Imagine me in two years and blonde and from North Carolina. She mocked me the most, and I mocked her the most, and we got along brilliantly. She thinks she does a good imitation of my voice, and I let her think that.
I love these guys SO much. They put up with me for six weeks. They know me really well at this point. They don't understand my love of Vera Bradley and Quik Trip or my freakishly small hands, but they love me SO much too.
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