I have to say, I have had one hell of a week.
I'm not even sure where to start!
Summercamp was...crazy, fun, shiny, beautiful, spaztic, eye-opening, poetic, insane!
Lots of stuff happend, but every thing is sort of dwarfed by sunday night, so sunday night is what I'm going to talk about.
The whole day was pretty mellow, Mad & I played frizbe & chilled at my dad's campsite, that night we decided to buy new dresses before we went to see Moe. (Watching Moe is a great way to end Summercamp.)
We ended up dancing with these two guys--Corey & Casey--it was ten tons of fun, but at the same time I was a little worried that perhaps Boyfriend wouldn't aprove of me dancing so close with some random dude. (I wasn't all that worried, it was just dancing, but Corey kept smelling my hair & he kissed my cheek at one point, he was acting much friendlier than I would usually allow.)
After Moe was done playing the four of us (Mad, Corey, Casey & I) went to play frizbee & chill out for a while.
Okay, this is taking me forever to write, time to cut this epic short.
Mad 'n I were seperated, & it doesn't take a genious to figure out what she & Casey were up to.
(Lets just say, the seemed to be getting along quite fine)
I was pissed, to say the least. Corey & I went back to my tent (don't get the wrong idea, he & I were not getting as friendly as Mad & Casey) only to find the others there already, uhm...hanging out. It was not a pretty sight.
After Mad & Casey left (I kicked them out of my tent, they went back to his) Corey & I sat & talked, or to be more accurate, I ranted, yelled, fumed, complained, griped, & ranted some more while he listend & ocasionally made comments or tried in vain to calm me down.
I have no idea how long we sat there in the dark talking before I heard the sirens. They sounded familiar, & with the way it was raining (pouring is more like it) I thought maybe it was a tornado warning, but I ignored it, chalking it up to an ambulance removing some druged up hippies.
Until we heard the anouncement. There were police driving around telling every one to go to their cars, but not leave the park. We stopped to ask one of them why we had to leave & she told us that a tornado had been sighted.
That would be when I really started freaking out.
By the time we got out to the parking lot (just Corey & I, we had no clue where Madeleine & Casey were) we were drenched to the bone, I had mud up to my knees, & couldn't stop freaking out. I didn't know where my best-friend/practically-sister was, I didn't know where my family was, I didn't know where to go, I didn't have my cell phone (it wouldn't have done me much good anyway, my phone was dead) I was drenched, freezing, tired, & stuck with a dude who was sweet & funny but basically good for nothing (due to the fact that he was stoned off his ass).
I'm not going to go into all the gorey details, but at one point I started crying. A little known fact about me: I don't cry. It take a lot to make me cry. But once I do start crying (which happens about three times a year) I can not stop. Seriously. Oh, & I screamed ''I fucking hate you'' at Casey. Yeah...
Corey was amazing about it though. If I were him, I would have run for the hills! But he stuck with me, & held on to me, & made me laugh even when I was in tears. After I screamed at Casey, he wasn't mad or freaked out, he told me that I was amazing, that I was the most ''real'' person he'd ever met, & that he'd never seen so much emotion.
After a while of just walking around in the rain looking for some dude called Alex, we went back to Casey's car to borrow his cell. I was so upset I felt like couldn't go with in 50 feet of his truck.
One of the boys gestured at me, which caused me to start crying again. Enter Adam, the hero of Sunday night (Corey was a hero too, but Adam really saved me, I'll remember him for the rest of my life). He saw me crying & stopped to ask what was wrong. I tried my best to explain, but I'm pretty sure it came out as a strangled sob. He pulled me into a cold wet hug & told me I was welcome to hang out in his car & have a beer if I wanted.
Normally, if a guy was to invite me back to his car for a beer I'd smack him & walk away. But this wasn't a ''hey baby, come get in my car'' kind of invite, it was more like ''come sit some where safe & dry, here, have a beer to take the edge off.'' Which I did.
Corey & I went back to Adam's car, where we met Joe, (I never saw Joes face, but he sounded older & talked in his sleep) & Becky (Adam's rather drunk girlfriend). We spent the night there, four sleepy, smelly, sopping wet people cramed into the back of an SUV (at least I think it was an SUV, my memory is a little foggy).
I left early the next morning, I really needed to be alone. So I went back to my campsite, grabed my bag full of clothes, & went back to my dad's site to sleep in the cab of his truck. Thankfully, no one was awake, so I didn't have to talk to any one, if I had I 'prolly would have burst into tears & then every one would be all worried about me & not leave me alone & such.
After a few good hours of ocean-deep sleep, I was ready to face the world. Well, not really. But I didn't have to cry any more.
So that was my Summercamp (part of it anyway). Honestly, as horable as it all sounds, I think it was the best festival ever.
=^-^=
Love & bug spray,
Ariel
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