Post by Shira on Nov 14, 2006 11:53:29 GMT -5
((Out of Story: I know I sent out some to Ru, Lali, and Rie, but I figured they would want some more, as well as everyone else here. And I apologize for no updates on my side for the last month or so; busy busy typer, as well as trying to survive highschool and college algebra. Rawr. )))) ((And this is Memorial Day Weekend that they are going camping for.))
Monday, March 28, 2005
This weekend was the bomb. Seriously, there were hotdogs, hamburgers, potato chips, bug spray, the fire going pretty much 24/7, cool nights and warm days, hay rides… it was perfect. The campsite started something new a few years ago, I guess, to attract more people. Every weekend, from Memorial Day on, they have raffles, hayrides, bingo, and concerts from local country bands. You name it, they got it. And they built a new pool in the ground, the water just being filtered out from the nearby lake and placed in the pool. It was freezing, and I mean I turned blue after two minutes in it. It didn’t help that it was nearly midnight Friday night, which was the coldest night there.
Thank goodness for Eddie and his warmness, or I would’ve frozen. The reason I was in the pool was I lost a bet; we were playing poker, camp style. The person who won got exempt from the bets, and the three losers had to go do the bet. It was funny, and a bit wacko. Especially after Dennis took out a cooler he’d told us was full of meat (that cooler was the other big one he had snuck into the car when no one was paying attention) and handed out wine coolers.
Now, we usually don’t drink, but the fact that there were no parents around, as well as we had taken a campsite about a quarter mile from the pool, so there really wasn’t a chance we could get caught.
Dennis had everyone take a good gulp out of the wine cooler, and then he poured this clear liquid into our bottles. I think it was moonshine, because it tasted so nasty. I don’t know where he got it from, though.
I was only slightly buzzed when things started to get so funny. Dennis, straight as an arrow, had bet a kiss into the pot (we all had our own tablet to write our bets on) and he lost. Since one of the rules as “you had to stick to the bet,” all three of us had to kiss him. I only kissed him on the cheek, but Eddie had asked me if it was okay. I said yes, so he actually kissed him on the mouth, but he kept it short. Liz made it up to him by giving him a really long, heavy kiss.
The game got back on soon after that, because Eddie tickled her foot, making Liz laugh, which ruined the moment for her and Dennis.
A few hands after that, Liz bet a dunk in the pool for the losers. She had a four of a kind, all kings. Eddie and Dennis both had the same hand. Pair of queens, a seven, a four, and a two. What is the chance of that? All I had was a measly ace high, so in the pool I went. Jerks.
The game quickly ended after that. It didn’t help that my teeth were chattering so loudly no one could hear what others were saying. Even the wine cooler / moonshine mix couldn’t warm me up. So I ended up cuddling next to Eddie, which meant I could see his cars, and he could see mine. Dennis said we were cheating, but I was cold even though I had Eddie next to me, and two sweaters and my jacket on.
So me and Eddie went to bed; Liz and Dennis stayed up a little longer before I heard them go in their tent (we had two). Thank heavens for Eddie’s idea. He had me take off my jacket and one of the sweaters. Using one of the sleeping bags underneath him, he laid down with me on top of him, and then the heavy sleeping bag on top of me. I warmed up quickly, and promptly fell asleep.
The next day, Saturday, Eddie woke me up early. I mean, dawn was barely coloring the sky. That was when he told me he’d never gone fishing before. So that meant we had to walk all the way to the front shop so I could sign our names on the paper for the competition, and buy ourselves some fishing poles.
We ended up winning for our age brackets, with fifteen small fish. (I had Eddie go back to the store and get a bucket so we didn’t kill them). He was so happy, even though all we won was a 20% discount next time we go to the campgrounds, granted we don’t lose the paper. Then we hitched a ride on a passing golf cart (yeah, people use golf carts to go around here; at least the regulars do) back to the pool and the campsite.
Thank goodness Liz was smart. We were starving and she had already started lunch. It had taken us nearly six hours (six to noon) to catch those fifteen fish, and then we had to go put them back. So, it wasn’t until one o’clock that we finally got back to the campsite. Medium rare hamburgers never tasted so good.
After Liz told me that Dennis was still sleeping, I just had to wake him up. And I don’t wake people who sleep until one very nicely. I took one of our pots, and the wooden spoon, and went into his tent.
He wanted to kill me.
I just laughed in his groggy face.
After lunch, we hitched our way back to the main office, and decided to go on the ay ride. All it is is a tractor pulling a….a…. trailer. We sat on that until five o’clock (it got crowded after a while, but it was really nice because Eddie had put his head on my shoulder and dozed off from our early morning) and then got off at the pool to grab a quick bite of dinner before we walked over to the man office yet again. This time it was for bingo, and then a musical concert from a local country band. We won at bingo, a personal cd player and a bunch of batteries, as well as some candles (vanilla and watermelon). Not too bad, as all four of us had at least two boards each (they’re a dollar each). Dennis was only one spot away from winning coverall when the person down the table yelled, “Bingo!”
The concert was pretty good, too. They were selling raffle tickets for Sunday’s drawing, so we all bought a bunch. It was to support a good cause, too. From what they told us, there was a guy, about seventy, that had pretty much lived there for almost twenty years. He found out he had brain cancer, and he needed money for treatments, as he had just gotten custody of his granddaughter, whose parents had died in a fire. The raffle buckets, the one that held the money, were overflowing. It’s good to see people caring.
After the concert, we went back to the campsite. Well, Dennis and Liz decided to go swimming (I told them it was cold, but they didn’t believe me) with some other teenagers we had met at the concert.
Eddie and I made some s’mores. I can’t believe his never gone camping before, but it’s cool, as he’s pointed out stuff I used to take for granted, like hayrides and bingo, and fishing tournaments.
Goofball Eddie got some marshmallow on his cheek, so I leaned over and sucked it off of him. He, after finishing his s’more, decided to nibble on my neck as I created another one. I wanted to hurt him, especially after he started to really mess around with me. It was still on the cooler side Sunday night. Taking advantage of that, he would leave a wet spot on my neck, and then blow really cold air on it, making me shiver.
At least we had the fire going, and the radio. It was better to have something to try and focus on as he teased me. I got him back, teasing wise. We were still outside the tent, and my hands were freezing, as he had laid me down on the ground, my jacket on the ground underneath me. I moved his sweater and shirt up before I tucked my fingers down the back of his pants.
He squealed, and told me if I ever did that again, I’d die.
I did it again, twice, before he mentioned going into the tent. It was the best idea of the night.
As we were going into the tent, I could hear screaming coming from the pool; obviously Liz got thrown in.
Then it started to rain. Hard. I mean floods were falling from the sky.
And Eddie was scared. It was kind of funny — he was underneath both sleeping bags, shivering, afraid of the thunder being so loud and he was afraid the lighting was going to hit the tent. He refused to let me in under the blankets (as I was cold) until he finally passed out.
Sunday we slept in until nine or so, all four of us. Then it was Dennis’s turned to wake us up with pots and pans, that jerk. It didn’t help that Eddie was waking me up his special way, by kissing me awake. I was nearly awake when the banging started.
Thank God for Liz and her cooking talents. She had though ahead, and had brought along a cookie sheet. She made eggs on the grill with that cookie sheet, something I had thought was impossible.
Breakfast was almost cleaned up when Liz looked at her phone, then at the paper that had all the activities on it. We had ten minutes to get to the office to join the scavenger hunt!
We found a ride at the pool, and got there right in time. Most of the items were pretty easy to find, like a spare tent pole, marshmallows, things like that, but the last ten items were ting like paperclips, diapers, mini keys (like locker keys), a map of the campgrounds, and the most sought after item of them all: fish net stockings.
We were able to find everything but the diapers and the stockings, and decided to give it up to go help them set up the soft ball in one of the fields. By the time the game was supposed to officially start, there were about forty people that wanted to play. So we split the teams as evenly as we could, and started to play.
Liz and Dennis were on the ‘kick-ass’ team (that’s what they called themselves) and me and Eddie were on the ‘infinity’ team.
The infinity team lost. But we played a hell of a game. You see, we pretty much played baseball, with baseball rules, but we had to use a softball. It was funny. All forty of us sang the “Take Me out to the Ballgame” song, and it didn’t sound too bad. There was also this eighty-year-old guy who wanted to play, but everyone was afraid he’d get hurt or have a heart attack, so we made him the umpire.
Thing is, he wouldn’t pay attention to the game. Instead, he would tell naughty jokes to all the girls that came up to bat. Liz said he told her this one: “I am the man from Nantucket.”
She hit a home run on that turn, which is the why the kick ass team ended up winning. We came close, but no dice.
Eddie and I got to the camp first, because the winners got free ice cream. We brought one of the sleeping bags from the tent, and laid down on it. We were hot, from playing baseball, and it was sunny and pretty warm out, about 75 degrees. He lay next to me, with his head on my chest, holding hands.
“I have to tell you something,” he said softly.
My heart sank. “What?”
He paused. “I’m adopted.”
I only stayed silent. Was he joking or was it true? “So?”
“So?”
“I love you anyway.”
It was his turn to pause. “You do?”
“Always.”
Eddie smiled, and moved to lie on top of me, head on my shoulder. “I love you too,” he said.
I smiled, feeling this good warmth fill me. “So, why were you in a foster home?” I asked.
“My mom, Debbie,” he said, “never paid attention to me, and liked to take her problems out on me. In fifth grade, after I went to school for the second time with a broken leg, they called DCFS, and I went into a foster home. They adopted me when I was twelve.”
I shifted underneath him, to throw the sleeping bag over us; now that I had cooled off, I was getting colder. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
He snuggled closer to me. “I won’t be in school during some of late April,” he told me. “Debbie’s trying to get me back.”
“I hope not,” I said, running my hand to rub the back of his
neck. “I need someone to hold.”
He just laughed.
I eventually woke up with Liz dripping water on my forehead.
Dinner was good, as usual. This time it was steak sandwiches before we went back to the office. They were doing tie-dye t-shirts; you by a white t-shirt, and the colors are free. You bring your own tee to dye, and they don’t care if you use the color. It was cool. I tie-dyed one of their shirts, and it came out wonderful. I only used blue and red, in a spiral pattern on both the front and the back. Eddie used all these different colors. Liz and Dennis didn’t want to join in; they decided to go to the nearby park and talk. They ended up on the swings while we finished up our shirts.
When we got back to the tent, someone had the bright idea of going swimming. We ended up freezing our asses off. You get used to the water after a while, especially with games like Marco polo, tag, and diving games (Liz had bought big glow in the dark sticks, and she kept tossing them into the deep end). We ended up getting gout of the water, prunes, about midnight, but that was only because security came by saying we were making too much noise for the other campers. The four of us ended up grabbing sleeping bags out (after drying off and changing clothes) and brought them outside to star gaze. Dennis threw on about half of the rest of our firewood on the first, and we had a bonfire going. I finally fell asleep on top of Eddie, who had been scratching my back and head.
Eddie got sick. Not nasty sick, but hacking up a lung sick. I guess it was from swimming when it was freezing cold outside, or something, or all the fresh air. I’m not sure, but he ended up staying in the sleeping bag in the tent for most of the day as we cleaned up and started to pack. We hadn’t cleaned up at all since we got there, so it was a mess. At least most things can be tossed on the fire.
We ended up eating brunch at eleven, and that was, pretty much, the meat that we hadn’t cooked yet, as well as sugar water soaked corn on the cob. Eddie at a few bites before crawling into the back seat of the car as we took down the tents and waited for the grill to cool.
It was about noon or so when we finally left. Dennis wanted to stay longer, until four, but Eddie really needed cough medicine and his own bed, not the back seat, and everyone desperately needed showers. So we left, with Eddie’s head on my lap, all the stuff in the trunk, with Liz driving.
Liz dropped Dennis with his coolers and sleeping bag off first, since he was the first house we passed. Then we brought Eddie in. I ended up pretty much carrying him in, even though he was still technically standing on his own, and Liz brought in his sleeping bag and his clothes.
I could tell he was defiantly not feeling good. Eddie never whines, but he kept saying he was sick, tired, his head / back / stomach / chest hurt. His mom said she would take good care of him; he’s probably not going to be in school tomorrow. I eventually went home with Liz to help her unpack and then went home.
I took a shower and then a five-hour nap, and then started to write this.
Well, dinner and bed are waiting for me. Goodnight.
Jonni
((So, what'cha think?? Tell me if there is any spelling errors...))
Monday, March 28, 2005
This weekend was the bomb. Seriously, there were hotdogs, hamburgers, potato chips, bug spray, the fire going pretty much 24/7, cool nights and warm days, hay rides… it was perfect. The campsite started something new a few years ago, I guess, to attract more people. Every weekend, from Memorial Day on, they have raffles, hayrides, bingo, and concerts from local country bands. You name it, they got it. And they built a new pool in the ground, the water just being filtered out from the nearby lake and placed in the pool. It was freezing, and I mean I turned blue after two minutes in it. It didn’t help that it was nearly midnight Friday night, which was the coldest night there.
Thank goodness for Eddie and his warmness, or I would’ve frozen. The reason I was in the pool was I lost a bet; we were playing poker, camp style. The person who won got exempt from the bets, and the three losers had to go do the bet. It was funny, and a bit wacko. Especially after Dennis took out a cooler he’d told us was full of meat (that cooler was the other big one he had snuck into the car when no one was paying attention) and handed out wine coolers.
Now, we usually don’t drink, but the fact that there were no parents around, as well as we had taken a campsite about a quarter mile from the pool, so there really wasn’t a chance we could get caught.
Dennis had everyone take a good gulp out of the wine cooler, and then he poured this clear liquid into our bottles. I think it was moonshine, because it tasted so nasty. I don’t know where he got it from, though.
I was only slightly buzzed when things started to get so funny. Dennis, straight as an arrow, had bet a kiss into the pot (we all had our own tablet to write our bets on) and he lost. Since one of the rules as “you had to stick to the bet,” all three of us had to kiss him. I only kissed him on the cheek, but Eddie had asked me if it was okay. I said yes, so he actually kissed him on the mouth, but he kept it short. Liz made it up to him by giving him a really long, heavy kiss.
The game got back on soon after that, because Eddie tickled her foot, making Liz laugh, which ruined the moment for her and Dennis.
A few hands after that, Liz bet a dunk in the pool for the losers. She had a four of a kind, all kings. Eddie and Dennis both had the same hand. Pair of queens, a seven, a four, and a two. What is the chance of that? All I had was a measly ace high, so in the pool I went. Jerks.
The game quickly ended after that. It didn’t help that my teeth were chattering so loudly no one could hear what others were saying. Even the wine cooler / moonshine mix couldn’t warm me up. So I ended up cuddling next to Eddie, which meant I could see his cars, and he could see mine. Dennis said we were cheating, but I was cold even though I had Eddie next to me, and two sweaters and my jacket on.
So me and Eddie went to bed; Liz and Dennis stayed up a little longer before I heard them go in their tent (we had two). Thank heavens for Eddie’s idea. He had me take off my jacket and one of the sweaters. Using one of the sleeping bags underneath him, he laid down with me on top of him, and then the heavy sleeping bag on top of me. I warmed up quickly, and promptly fell asleep.
The next day, Saturday, Eddie woke me up early. I mean, dawn was barely coloring the sky. That was when he told me he’d never gone fishing before. So that meant we had to walk all the way to the front shop so I could sign our names on the paper for the competition, and buy ourselves some fishing poles.
We ended up winning for our age brackets, with fifteen small fish. (I had Eddie go back to the store and get a bucket so we didn’t kill them). He was so happy, even though all we won was a 20% discount next time we go to the campgrounds, granted we don’t lose the paper. Then we hitched a ride on a passing golf cart (yeah, people use golf carts to go around here; at least the regulars do) back to the pool and the campsite.
Thank goodness Liz was smart. We were starving and she had already started lunch. It had taken us nearly six hours (six to noon) to catch those fifteen fish, and then we had to go put them back. So, it wasn’t until one o’clock that we finally got back to the campsite. Medium rare hamburgers never tasted so good.
After Liz told me that Dennis was still sleeping, I just had to wake him up. And I don’t wake people who sleep until one very nicely. I took one of our pots, and the wooden spoon, and went into his tent.
He wanted to kill me.
I just laughed in his groggy face.
After lunch, we hitched our way back to the main office, and decided to go on the ay ride. All it is is a tractor pulling a….a…. trailer. We sat on that until five o’clock (it got crowded after a while, but it was really nice because Eddie had put his head on my shoulder and dozed off from our early morning) and then got off at the pool to grab a quick bite of dinner before we walked over to the man office yet again. This time it was for bingo, and then a musical concert from a local country band. We won at bingo, a personal cd player and a bunch of batteries, as well as some candles (vanilla and watermelon). Not too bad, as all four of us had at least two boards each (they’re a dollar each). Dennis was only one spot away from winning coverall when the person down the table yelled, “Bingo!”
The concert was pretty good, too. They were selling raffle tickets for Sunday’s drawing, so we all bought a bunch. It was to support a good cause, too. From what they told us, there was a guy, about seventy, that had pretty much lived there for almost twenty years. He found out he had brain cancer, and he needed money for treatments, as he had just gotten custody of his granddaughter, whose parents had died in a fire. The raffle buckets, the one that held the money, were overflowing. It’s good to see people caring.
After the concert, we went back to the campsite. Well, Dennis and Liz decided to go swimming (I told them it was cold, but they didn’t believe me) with some other teenagers we had met at the concert.
Eddie and I made some s’mores. I can’t believe his never gone camping before, but it’s cool, as he’s pointed out stuff I used to take for granted, like hayrides and bingo, and fishing tournaments.
Goofball Eddie got some marshmallow on his cheek, so I leaned over and sucked it off of him. He, after finishing his s’more, decided to nibble on my neck as I created another one. I wanted to hurt him, especially after he started to really mess around with me. It was still on the cooler side Sunday night. Taking advantage of that, he would leave a wet spot on my neck, and then blow really cold air on it, making me shiver.
At least we had the fire going, and the radio. It was better to have something to try and focus on as he teased me. I got him back, teasing wise. We were still outside the tent, and my hands were freezing, as he had laid me down on the ground, my jacket on the ground underneath me. I moved his sweater and shirt up before I tucked my fingers down the back of his pants.
He squealed, and told me if I ever did that again, I’d die.
I did it again, twice, before he mentioned going into the tent. It was the best idea of the night.
As we were going into the tent, I could hear screaming coming from the pool; obviously Liz got thrown in.
Then it started to rain. Hard. I mean floods were falling from the sky.
And Eddie was scared. It was kind of funny — he was underneath both sleeping bags, shivering, afraid of the thunder being so loud and he was afraid the lighting was going to hit the tent. He refused to let me in under the blankets (as I was cold) until he finally passed out.
Sunday we slept in until nine or so, all four of us. Then it was Dennis’s turned to wake us up with pots and pans, that jerk. It didn’t help that Eddie was waking me up his special way, by kissing me awake. I was nearly awake when the banging started.
Thank God for Liz and her cooking talents. She had though ahead, and had brought along a cookie sheet. She made eggs on the grill with that cookie sheet, something I had thought was impossible.
Breakfast was almost cleaned up when Liz looked at her phone, then at the paper that had all the activities on it. We had ten minutes to get to the office to join the scavenger hunt!
We found a ride at the pool, and got there right in time. Most of the items were pretty easy to find, like a spare tent pole, marshmallows, things like that, but the last ten items were ting like paperclips, diapers, mini keys (like locker keys), a map of the campgrounds, and the most sought after item of them all: fish net stockings.
We were able to find everything but the diapers and the stockings, and decided to give it up to go help them set up the soft ball in one of the fields. By the time the game was supposed to officially start, there were about forty people that wanted to play. So we split the teams as evenly as we could, and started to play.
Liz and Dennis were on the ‘kick-ass’ team (that’s what they called themselves) and me and Eddie were on the ‘infinity’ team.
The infinity team lost. But we played a hell of a game. You see, we pretty much played baseball, with baseball rules, but we had to use a softball. It was funny. All forty of us sang the “Take Me out to the Ballgame” song, and it didn’t sound too bad. There was also this eighty-year-old guy who wanted to play, but everyone was afraid he’d get hurt or have a heart attack, so we made him the umpire.
Thing is, he wouldn’t pay attention to the game. Instead, he would tell naughty jokes to all the girls that came up to bat. Liz said he told her this one: “I am the man from Nantucket.”
She hit a home run on that turn, which is the why the kick ass team ended up winning. We came close, but no dice.
Eddie and I got to the camp first, because the winners got free ice cream. We brought one of the sleeping bags from the tent, and laid down on it. We were hot, from playing baseball, and it was sunny and pretty warm out, about 75 degrees. He lay next to me, with his head on my chest, holding hands.
“I have to tell you something,” he said softly.
My heart sank. “What?”
He paused. “I’m adopted.”
I only stayed silent. Was he joking or was it true? “So?”
“So?”
“I love you anyway.”
It was his turn to pause. “You do?”
“Always.”
Eddie smiled, and moved to lie on top of me, head on my shoulder. “I love you too,” he said.
I smiled, feeling this good warmth fill me. “So, why were you in a foster home?” I asked.
“My mom, Debbie,” he said, “never paid attention to me, and liked to take her problems out on me. In fifth grade, after I went to school for the second time with a broken leg, they called DCFS, and I went into a foster home. They adopted me when I was twelve.”
I shifted underneath him, to throw the sleeping bag over us; now that I had cooled off, I was getting colder. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
He snuggled closer to me. “I won’t be in school during some of late April,” he told me. “Debbie’s trying to get me back.”
“I hope not,” I said, running my hand to rub the back of his
neck. “I need someone to hold.”
He just laughed.
I eventually woke up with Liz dripping water on my forehead.
Dinner was good, as usual. This time it was steak sandwiches before we went back to the office. They were doing tie-dye t-shirts; you by a white t-shirt, and the colors are free. You bring your own tee to dye, and they don’t care if you use the color. It was cool. I tie-dyed one of their shirts, and it came out wonderful. I only used blue and red, in a spiral pattern on both the front and the back. Eddie used all these different colors. Liz and Dennis didn’t want to join in; they decided to go to the nearby park and talk. They ended up on the swings while we finished up our shirts.
When we got back to the tent, someone had the bright idea of going swimming. We ended up freezing our asses off. You get used to the water after a while, especially with games like Marco polo, tag, and diving games (Liz had bought big glow in the dark sticks, and she kept tossing them into the deep end). We ended up getting gout of the water, prunes, about midnight, but that was only because security came by saying we were making too much noise for the other campers. The four of us ended up grabbing sleeping bags out (after drying off and changing clothes) and brought them outside to star gaze. Dennis threw on about half of the rest of our firewood on the first, and we had a bonfire going. I finally fell asleep on top of Eddie, who had been scratching my back and head.
Eddie got sick. Not nasty sick, but hacking up a lung sick. I guess it was from swimming when it was freezing cold outside, or something, or all the fresh air. I’m not sure, but he ended up staying in the sleeping bag in the tent for most of the day as we cleaned up and started to pack. We hadn’t cleaned up at all since we got there, so it was a mess. At least most things can be tossed on the fire.
We ended up eating brunch at eleven, and that was, pretty much, the meat that we hadn’t cooked yet, as well as sugar water soaked corn on the cob. Eddie at a few bites before crawling into the back seat of the car as we took down the tents and waited for the grill to cool.
It was about noon or so when we finally left. Dennis wanted to stay longer, until four, but Eddie really needed cough medicine and his own bed, not the back seat, and everyone desperately needed showers. So we left, with Eddie’s head on my lap, all the stuff in the trunk, with Liz driving.
Liz dropped Dennis with his coolers and sleeping bag off first, since he was the first house we passed. Then we brought Eddie in. I ended up pretty much carrying him in, even though he was still technically standing on his own, and Liz brought in his sleeping bag and his clothes.
I could tell he was defiantly not feeling good. Eddie never whines, but he kept saying he was sick, tired, his head / back / stomach / chest hurt. His mom said she would take good care of him; he’s probably not going to be in school tomorrow. I eventually went home with Liz to help her unpack and then went home.
I took a shower and then a five-hour nap, and then started to write this.
Well, dinner and bed are waiting for me. Goodnight.
Jonni
((So, what'cha think?? Tell me if there is any spelling errors...))