more fun times at Brainerd
Thursday evening was actually super-fun. I played Capture the Chicken with the senior highs, which means actually having to try, which I didn't really feel like doing. So John and Caitlin and I (Program Staff Team Go!) all ended up on the same team against the cook's family + friends. Now the cook's family and friends are all good runners and such and are thus not normally on the same team, but they insisted that they all be put on the same team for this game. So we stacked most of the real other staff on the opposite side for this particular game.
John and Caitlin and I basically ran suicide egg missions (Capture the Chicken is like Capture the flag plus quidditch- you have the chicken/flag/snitch, which is worth a lot of points although the game doesn't end when it's captured and each side has their own, and a bunch of eggs with point values attached that you can bring back instead of the chicken.) and hung out in jail. We all traded shirts at one point, because it's pretty boring in jail.
Then John slipped on a mud puddle and did this glorious classic falling-in-the-mud move. Then, since it seemed like fun, we were bored again and it was near the end of the game, John, Caitlin and I all went and deliberately fell in the mud. We had a sand/mudfight and no one came to tag us until we left the mud and started coming after their eggs. In the last five minutes of the game we went and rinsed off in the creek, and a good time was had by all.
Cabaret was also pretty good this year- John and Adam and I enacted a short skit about the legends of Brainerd (where, as is traditional by now, I was all the monsters. For example, as the Leviathan, I had to give Lord David Brainerd, played by John, a piggyback ride. He weighs 50 more pounds than I do.) I was also in a skit of John's that was basically hilarious bible stories wherein most of the characters die at the end. The majority of them were from 1st and 2nd Kings (you should go and read those books now. Seriously good times.) and my favorite was where a prophet tells a king he's going to die soon because he's a bad king or whatever, and then paralyzes the king's arm as he's calling for his guards. The prophet then, at the king's request, prays to God to unparalyze the king's arm. God unparalyzes the arm, and then the king nervously invites the prophet to a feast, which the prophet tersely declines with the excuse that "God told me I'm not allowed to eat anymore."
Seriously. "God told me I'm not allowed to eat anymore." I encourage you to use that line next time you want to avoid a dinner party.
I also sang a bunch of songs on Thursday, including Pollution by Tom Lehrer and Veni Sancte Spiritus (for Cabaret) and so between this lurking cold I have and all the singing, I stopped having a voice yesterday and so far I still do not have one. It is kind of worrisome because I need to instruct small children starting next Monday, but maybe I will have a voice by then? I hope.
John and Caitlin and I basically ran suicide egg missions (Capture the Chicken is like Capture the flag plus quidditch- you have the chicken/flag/snitch, which is worth a lot of points although the game doesn't end when it's captured and each side has their own, and a bunch of eggs with point values attached that you can bring back instead of the chicken.) and hung out in jail. We all traded shirts at one point, because it's pretty boring in jail.
Then John slipped on a mud puddle and did this glorious classic falling-in-the-mud move. Then, since it seemed like fun, we were bored again and it was near the end of the game, John, Caitlin and I all went and deliberately fell in the mud. We had a sand/mudfight and no one came to tag us until we left the mud and started coming after their eggs. In the last five minutes of the game we went and rinsed off in the creek, and a good time was had by all.
Cabaret was also pretty good this year- John and Adam and I enacted a short skit about the legends of Brainerd (where, as is traditional by now, I was all the monsters. For example, as the Leviathan, I had to give Lord David Brainerd, played by John, a piggyback ride. He weighs 50 more pounds than I do.) I was also in a skit of John's that was basically hilarious bible stories wherein most of the characters die at the end. The majority of them were from 1st and 2nd Kings (you should go and read those books now. Seriously good times.) and my favorite was where a prophet tells a king he's going to die soon because he's a bad king or whatever, and then paralyzes the king's arm as he's calling for his guards. The prophet then, at the king's request, prays to God to unparalyze the king's arm. God unparalyzes the arm, and then the king nervously invites the prophet to a feast, which the prophet tersely declines with the excuse that "God told me I'm not allowed to eat anymore."
Seriously. "God told me I'm not allowed to eat anymore." I encourage you to use that line next time you want to avoid a dinner party.
I also sang a bunch of songs on Thursday, including Pollution by Tom Lehrer and Veni Sancte Spiritus (for Cabaret) and so between this lurking cold I have and all the singing, I stopped having a voice yesterday and so far I still do not have one. It is kind of worrisome because I need to instruct small children starting next Monday, but maybe I will have a voice by then? I hope.