America. Post Eleven. I'm Getting there...

I cannot remember how may weeks from the end this occurred but we had a staff basketball tournament. Three on three. I joined a team with myself Doug and Justin. We called ourselves the comic relief team… or two old men and a cougar (Justin’s team name for us!) Lol.

I couldn’t play our first match because I was still working so Liz filled in for me which was good of her. However I played the second two matches. First of which we won and then lost by only the smallest amount. And I got told I played well, which is awesome considering I have never played before. The finals had to be put off to another day because it got dark so quick and there were so many teams playing. However it was a damn good night.

Then Alicia and I went to Jes’ house for a BBQ and to hang out with her housemates – Kelly and Nicole. We had a couple of beers and Jes “Queen of the BBQ” Randell cooked us some delicious food, which Alicia and I greatly appreciated as we were totally sick of Camp food by this point. Grr. Then the introduced to us the greatest game on earth… BEER BALL. No no… it is not Beer pong as I hear you thinking. This is beer ball. A game of violence, skill, brutality, bruising, being covered in beer and potentially bitten. However it had us in hysterics. I went home very beer covered and with a bruised arm. Alicia who has suffered enough bruises this summer, got another two huge ones. Woops.

That night got me back to my happy place. It had been a tough week, a lot of emotional crap going on, and a lot of tension in the apartment… but it really helped. I finally switched back on realising that I was back in America and having a blast. In someone’s front yard having a giggle, not worrying about anything just being happy. With some fantastically awesome people.

Then that Friday Alicia had and I had an appointment and then we went to the Cheesecake Factory with Rachel which was delicious as per… but I couldn’t move and so I had to lay down in the back of Rachel’s car and try and sleep off the full belly problem.

So on Saturday night came the big event… the long awaited night of the Party Bus which we had been waiting for since the beginning of the summer. The big trip to Atlantic city… our chance to dress up all beautiful and sexy get hammered and be chauffeured around like a bunch of celebrities and have the best night ever. All of these things happened. Except the last.

I shall not name any names but someone ruined the evening for everybody. By letting personal feelings about other individual come out and create an atmosphere.. start fights, and then cursing everyone who wants to try and keep the peace. Things got out of hand. And then when we all split up and found various bars or clubs to entertain ourselves. Now myself, Char, Gerri and Diego went to the beach bar. Which was freakin’ sick. We had an awesome time, dancing to awesome music, getting our drink on. I danced so much and was so happy for it.

We came away from that bar smiling as if we had just been told that we had won a million dollars. HOWEVER.. when we got back on the bus everything kicked off again. The rather unpopular individual of the evening had a beer thrown at their face for being just downright rude. This… had it not been involving my friends, would have been highly hilarious. And kind of is - looking back on it.

Poor Charley got back on the bus with everybody being miserable and depressed and sleepy.. and all he wanted to do was party bless him because he missed the big ol’ fight. So it was a quiet journey back home, and none of us felt like smiling or partying. Most of us slept the entire way.

The next day I went to New York… the best friend and the BF were there. Also it was a chance to escape the unfriendly atmosphere that was bound to be hanging around the house. So we went to MoMa the modern art museum and then we went to Central Park where I proceeded to fall asleep for two hours as I had only had like three hours sleep anyway. It was nice just to chill though. Then we wondered around for the afternoon found a nice pub to chill in and talk about how I missed things. But was so happy with other things at camp.

Just a wee blog to update you of that week’s events. SO much more to come. The last two weeks at camp were probably some of the best memories for me. Thanks to the people who made it that way.

So much love.