So Long Kid's Camp.

Right now I'm at undisclosed location surrounded by forrest fire smoke and water and old relatives of a friend of mine who are kinda weird but nice waiting for my girl friend to get here, sometime around midnight.

Just wanted to update my faithful readers, both of you, about my doings. I just finished up a 9 week stint as a camp councilor/instructor/babysitter in one of the wealthiest towns in the state of Montana. Granted the registration is "need blind" meaning that kids can come on a scholarship basis. But still, I really don't want to spend time with eleventeen-year-olds with $200 QWERTY cell phones, popped collars, and Abercrombie and Slut clothing. At least I was getting paid, and if there were more theatre and improv involved it would have been counted as professional work within my career path.

Some highlights included:
*A small girl poops out an enormous baby arm sized poop. Pride precludes her to leave it for all to see in the small girls' room.
*I wonder to myself why some tween girls bothered to put clothes on when they arrive in tank tops and hypershorts.
*Hang out with the staff at Gallatin Int'l. Speedway and watch local race car drivers on a 1/4 mi. dirt track. Let me emphasize: Local race car drivers. Fun to drink cheap beer and get mud flung at your face.
*Paid $10 for an all-one-could-consume Chinese buffet that was listed at around $7.75. The extra $2.25 was apparently for tip. Who tips more than a buck on a buffet? I served MYSELF! This situation was supposed to be repeated weekly. I only did it a few times.

All in all though, as much as it may appear that I hated it, I really had a fun time and would love to come back and do it again. At least this time I might have a clue how to do it better. See you in the car, Milhouse.