Bottom line: Camping was never something that I have done in my life, so when my friend Brittany Gibbons asked me to be a part of her crazy and off the beaten path idea called Camp Throwback, my natural reaction was "Hell yea" because with all of my camp "experience" I was obviously the logical choice, right? Luckily Brittany was able to see past my affinity for speaking with authority on topics completely foreign to me and allowed me to help her brainstorm ideas and interject my two cents....even if sometimes it was a dollar short.
But what a cool idea! Going back to Camp as an adult...with alcohol? Genius I tell you. And as a total Brittany fan girl myself (remember my Facebook stalking is what led me to Last Call with Brittany) I knew she was on to something big.
I'm not going to lie, the whole process was a bit nerve racking. Planning a weekend spa trip getaway? Easy peasy. Planning an adult camp that had never been done before in the history of ever? A bit tougher. But you know what? I think all of those nervous dry heaves made the weekend that much better, because the vibe at camp was epic, and I hate that word.
Now I say the term weekend loosely, because as the campers that were there will attest, I was only there for one day on the count of me pushing my little Minnie Sue out of my lady bits just two weeks earlier...so my camp experience was a bit different.
I arrived on Saturday nervous as all get out. I literally sprinted to the porta potty immediately upon arrival because I was that nervous. Here's the thing though, I had been talking to Brittany and she had been keeping me updated on the happenings of the weekend, and things seemed to be going well. So why was I so nervous?
Two words. Field day.
The same day in school I dreaded because I was always picked last for everything. The day that I was always Red Rovered over first because scrawny Jess was never going to be able to break through the arm chain. The day that I always found myself at the height of self consciousness. So Saturday was no different. Even though I'd agreed to take the reins and organize the Dodgeball tournament and help coordinate activities, I was shaking in my boots. Would everyone like the games? Worse would they like me?
Here's the thing about Brittany Gibbons that you may or may not know. She has this amazing way of making everyone around her feel important and special. And the same goes for the people she chooses to surround herself with. It's super refreshing. From the moment I began to introduce myself to the internet celebrities that I communicate with via the internet (hello curvygirls) I realized that "these were my kind of people". Everyone there had been cut from the same cloth. No one felt the need to "put on airs" as my mom would say. The Camp Throwback campers were real, and in a world where we all tend to fake it till we make it every day, it felt great to embrace each other as authentically and awkwardly as you would expect drunk people who only know each other from the internet could.
We started the day with Bloody Mary's and delicious breakfast burritos courtesy of Chili Dan's. . You know, the breakfast of champions and all that. Seriously though, that burrito probably saved my life, not having drank for the last 9 months really messes with the tolerance level and after one Coors Light I found myself slurring into the megaphone.
The Dodgeball tournament was amazing, even though it took me way longer than any person holding a high school diploma should take making a bracket out of 8 teams. Everyone gave it their very best, but in the end Cabin 4 was victorious. Hooting and hollering ensued followed by an ample amount of shit talking about how next year everyone is going to take them down...doesn't healthy competition bring out the best in all of us? Oh, and have you seen their trophies?
|Have you ever tried NOT smiling while watching/riding a Slip N' Slide? Physically impossible I tell you.|
The perfect day was ended with a hilarious concert by the amazing Jenny Talia and a bonfire sponsored by Duraflame. After all, what's camping without a big fire worthy of eyebrow removal?
Ps. I can't wait until next year when I'll skip the Day camp charade and actually spend the night instead of worrying about nipple creams, breast pumps and hemorrhoid pads. Isn't my life so glam?
The countdown is on for Camp Throwback 2015....be there or be square fools.
^Special thanks to Mercy Hangover cure, Duraflame, Crotchgear, and the TravelSmiths for your kind sponsorships.