To spice things up a little I am going to try to randomly put up old pictures or put up a story of something funny that has happened in the past...just little flashbacks of good times in my life. I am starting this one off with a pic and a story about Buggie and I.
For the past 5 summers, I have worked at Camp L-Kee-Ta, an environmental camp owned by the Shining Trail Council of Girl Scouts. At camp, it is tradition to go by camp names and not our real names. In the picture is one of my best friends that I made while working there over the years...her camp name is Bedbug and I was Spike.
During my 3rd summer at camp, Bug was equestrian director and I was assistant eques., which means we taught girls how to horseback ride. There were many a good memories back at the corral, but the one I am going to share with you happened last summer when I was Assistant Director of the camp and Bug was Equestrian Director. One night when we had a couple of day camps in a row, we were looking pretty scuzzy after a long days work out in the sun and Bug and I decided to head on over to the Agusta Tap...a townie bar down the gravel road from the camp. All dressed up in mesh shorts, we saddled up to the bar and ordered a drink. I got a beer, which was served to me in a can while Bedbug got a SoCo and Dr Pepper. Half way through her drink she spotted a fly in the bottom of the glass, so she got another drink or free, which also had a fly. So, the bartender checked the bottle and there was a whole family of dead flies in the bottom of the bottle...so they opened up a new bottle just for her.
There was also a townie couple(missing teeth and all) sitting next to us at the bar and Bug and I being the social girls that we are, chatted with them. It turns out that their names were Mike and Cheryl and they shared their life stories with us. Mike and Cheryl were getting married that weekend on the Skunk River that ran by there. Oh yes, there were going to get married on intertubes that were being pulled by a boat, with a cooler of beer in between them...and they invited us to come to the wedding. On the way back to camp that night, rehashing all the random things that happened to us that night, Bug and I came up with a brilliant plan. Here it is: The next time we went to the bar, we were simply going to ride horses instead of drive. That way one of us wouldn't have to stay sober to drive and we could both have a lot of fun. The brilliant part of the plan is, a horse is almost the only thing that you can be on when you are drunk and not get arrested for operating while intoxicated. The catch is that a horse has a brain of it's own so you are technically never in total control of it. We still giggle about our great plan and are always looking for an opportunity to put it into action...the only problem is...how would I get on the horse after I had been drinking?
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