stuck in the darkness
yesterday i had a meeting with acey at 11:00 AM. chris and i got up and drove down to camp. it was 11:00 when i walked in the ghost town of an office at camp. "interesting," i thought to myself as i proceeded to the back of the office where the stairs are located, "i wonder where everybody is." i descended the dark stairwell and opened the basment door, pitch black surrounded me as i entered the hall and moved toward acey's office. hit the door, reached in and flicked on the light...
so i sat in acey's office for about 15 minutes, ran through some of the mail i had picked up at my parents house a few minutes earlier on my way south to camp. after having discovered still no signs of life i decided to head to the kitchen where chris had gone directly. picking out one of the prime people beating materials one can always find lying around the camp office i stepped out the back door and looked across the barren wasteland that lay between camp office and the dining hall.
a few moments later i entered the dining hall, and looked through the massive window that seperates the kitchen and the dining hall. chris was standing all alone. we exclaimed to one another that there was noone to be found in any part of camp, brad's car was the closest thing either of had seen. so we ate lunch, mashed potatoes and super chicken. finally the camp van arrived, that morning had been the sam's run, which seemed to explain a lot of things. we carried a few things into the kitchen then the van departed. i supposed it had been long enough and that i could go check the office again to see if anyone had returned.
back i went, and down the dark halls. once more flicking the light upon entering acey's office. still nothing, so i looked around on his desk for clues as to his whereabouts. after a few moments of searching, and after setting down chris's application in a place acey was sure to find it, i spotted a calendar with the days monday the 5 through wednesday the 7 bracketted off and labeled "CCCA"
acey had scheduled a meeting with me on a day when, not only he, but everybody was gone to a ccca convention of some sort. my name was nowhere on his calendar and i began to ask myself whether he and i had really made this arrangement, but after checking my own planner i was sure that i could not be held at fault, and that he had forgotten to write me down in his notes someplace.
i returned once more to the kitchen to inform chris of the truth concerning our barren camp adventure and we laughed together at the absurd forgetfulness of camp directors.
we then loaded 64 lbs of expired softbatch chocolate cookies into my trunk, the ones doug had called me about a couple of weeks prior and was telling me that he, steve, and kristin had been laughing about how excited chris and i would be to get them, and began our ride home.
of course we could not drive to camp and neglect the oppurtunity to go through three rivers and visit ben booko. he served us hot chocolate and we all sat around a table hating girls together...mostly they where hating girls, i was listening to ben's workout podcasts, "podrunner."
uno
so i sat in acey's office for about 15 minutes, ran through some of the mail i had picked up at my parents house a few minutes earlier on my way south to camp. after having discovered still no signs of life i decided to head to the kitchen where chris had gone directly. picking out one of the prime people beating materials one can always find lying around the camp office i stepped out the back door and looked across the barren wasteland that lay between camp office and the dining hall.
a few moments later i entered the dining hall, and looked through the massive window that seperates the kitchen and the dining hall. chris was standing all alone. we exclaimed to one another that there was noone to be found in any part of camp, brad's car was the closest thing either of had seen. so we ate lunch, mashed potatoes and super chicken. finally the camp van arrived, that morning had been the sam's run, which seemed to explain a lot of things. we carried a few things into the kitchen then the van departed. i supposed it had been long enough and that i could go check the office again to see if anyone had returned.
back i went, and down the dark halls. once more flicking the light upon entering acey's office. still nothing, so i looked around on his desk for clues as to his whereabouts. after a few moments of searching, and after setting down chris's application in a place acey was sure to find it, i spotted a calendar with the days monday the 5 through wednesday the 7 bracketted off and labeled "CCCA"
acey had scheduled a meeting with me on a day when, not only he, but everybody was gone to a ccca convention of some sort. my name was nowhere on his calendar and i began to ask myself whether he and i had really made this arrangement, but after checking my own planner i was sure that i could not be held at fault, and that he had forgotten to write me down in his notes someplace.
i returned once more to the kitchen to inform chris of the truth concerning our barren camp adventure and we laughed together at the absurd forgetfulness of camp directors.
we then loaded 64 lbs of expired softbatch chocolate cookies into my trunk, the ones doug had called me about a couple of weeks prior and was telling me that he, steve, and kristin had been laughing about how excited chris and i would be to get them, and began our ride home.
of course we could not drive to camp and neglect the oppurtunity to go through three rivers and visit ben booko. he served us hot chocolate and we all sat around a table hating girls together...mostly they where hating girls, i was listening to ben's workout podcasts, "podrunner."
uno