I was thinking back to one night where two of my friends and I went to the local Friendly's to get some late night snacks. We met three local girls and decided to hang out with them in the parking lot for a little while until the place started to close. As cars were emptying on Route 20, we somehow convinced them to ride with us back to camp.
When we got to camp, however, we had other ideas. They weren't as friendly any more and we started to get the impression that they weren't to happy that we dragged them all the way out to the woods where there were hardly any lights and no one around. It must have been fairly confusing for them to say the least. So, in "not so responsible fashion," we left them there to go in to camp for "5 minutes" explaining that we would be right back. However, we left for about a half-an-hour and hoped that they walked home or something. However, they didn't leave despite the dark and unfamiliar camp entrance.
Instead, they started to yell in to the darkness for us to come pick them up. They only knew our first names, but it was easy for someone to hear them from the farmhouse. There was one person, an old water front director, who heard their annoyed yelps. She ventured out to find the three strangers, standing in complete darkness. They explained the situation to her which prompted her to storm in to camp in a furious wrath looking for us.
We heard our names summoned over the announcement system, "... please go to the farmhouse, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, dong." Realizing our own stupidity, we rushed toward the midget unit and the road. On the way down the main road, the three of us were nervously joking back and forth about what we were going to do when we got to the camp entrance. By this time, the one light at the entrance had popped on, and we could see the three girls and the angry water front director standing there in the middle of the light. As I walked in to the clearing, I felt strangely alone. I turned to see where my two friends were and they had elected to stay in the darkness just outside the street light. I could hear them laughing as I turned to face the four angry people. I must have looked like a forth grader pushed on stage during a school play.
When I was finished calming the water front director down, I drove the three girls home and apologized. It was very humbling to say the least. The next day, during dinner, our camp director made an announcement that there were "Three Lovelies" found out at the entrance and explained that this kind of behavior was not in anyone's best interest to repeat.
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Nothing lovely about those girls! I happened to be one of those friends [lurking in the darkness] and must say .... I admire how you took the "hit on the chin" for us [from Claire] .... (he he!) If I had to do it all over again ..... I WOULDN'T HAVE CHANGED A THING!!!!!
Reminds me of the time you were threatened by one of the locals at Jellystone Park for allegedly making his younger brother do some push-ups. Of course, once the local found out that his brother shoved ice cream in one of the camper's faces, AND IT WASN'T YOU the pendulum shifted. I don't recall who actually made that kid do those push-ups, but, I do remember hearing "drop down and do 20 push-ups, and I'll count '1-1-1-1-1-2-1-1-1-2-3-1-1-1'" (he he)
Jellystone inspiration for the word LRIGTAF! AND HOME OF THE RECORD FOR FINISHING A TWO LITER BOTTLE OF WINE COOLERS IN LESS THAN ONE MINUTE!!!!!!
holy crap, you just brought up a whole mess of events. YA!
I totally forgot about the push-ups thing. That guy was gigantic btw, I think he might have smushed me with his huge pectoral muscles. Anyway, I remember that you were doing the counting and I was laughing so hard I was crying. "1, 2, 3"... ok, "1" ok, "1"... HA!!!!
I seem to remember that the camper that got the ice cream pushed in her face was extremely happy to see someone stand up for her, too. It's times like that that make me smile when I remember camp.
Hmm...I guess wrong on the water front director...and that made all the difference. Not sure that you could have given that particular one enough GRIEF if you tried!
I was NOT one of the lurking friends. For the record.
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