Oh, and I'm back from my trip. Here are a few highlights:
-Helped out at Steve-O's camp by lugging campers luggage around. Got the same questions repeatedly: Are you Steve-O's brother? (Yes or no depending on how sassy I felt) Are you staying? (No, but if a counselor gets injured and can't go on then I'll fill in). I was actually tempted to stay due to the adventerous nature of the proposition but I know a certain someone who would be sad/ driven to a murderous rampage if I did. Though I must say the girl trying to convince me to stay and the camp director to hire me was pretty cute...
- Slacked off in Charlseton. Pretty town, but that was from where I was standing. My parents love this town with it's history and arts and crafts shops. I now know what it is like taking children to Toys R' Us. Nice place to visit, wouldn't want to live anywhere remotely close to South Carolina ( I hear they want to change their state bird to Jeff Gordon's old Nascar car).
-Driving out of SC my Dad made a sweet Star Trek reference. We drove by the law offices of a man named Kahn. My mind worked on the play on words of "CON" and "KAHN" thinking of lawer stereotypes and said to my parents," I really hope that guy has a TV ad that goes 'Kahn: the name speaks for itself'" (Kahn = con get it, haha ok). My mom laughed but my dad was bewildered, " What do you mean?" I replied," Get it? His name is Kahn (pronouced CON). See, the name speaks for itself?" My dad then says," You mean you expect them to think of Kahn from Star Trek?"
Oh man was I laughing. Not so much b/c the joke was that good, but that it was A) surprising and B) illustrated that my dad is a bigger dork than I am. This is probably only entertaining to me...
Final notes: Dan Brown is a goober, Peter Straub is fucked up, and my Birthday is on the 3rd. Yay for me.
-Helped out at Steve-O's camp by lugging campers luggage around. Got the same questions repeatedly: Are you Steve-O's brother? (Yes or no depending on how sassy I felt) Are you staying? (No, but if a counselor gets injured and can't go on then I'll fill in). I was actually tempted to stay due to the adventerous nature of the proposition but I know a certain someone who would be sad/ driven to a murderous rampage if I did. Though I must say the girl trying to convince me to stay and the camp director to hire me was pretty cute...
- Slacked off in Charlseton. Pretty town, but that was from where I was standing. My parents love this town with it's history and arts and crafts shops. I now know what it is like taking children to Toys R' Us. Nice place to visit, wouldn't want to live anywhere remotely close to South Carolina ( I hear they want to change their state bird to Jeff Gordon's old Nascar car).
-Driving out of SC my Dad made a sweet Star Trek reference. We drove by the law offices of a man named Kahn. My mind worked on the play on words of "CON" and "KAHN" thinking of lawer stereotypes and said to my parents," I really hope that guy has a TV ad that goes 'Kahn: the name speaks for itself'" (Kahn = con get it, haha ok). My mom laughed but my dad was bewildered, " What do you mean?" I replied," Get it? His name is Kahn (pronouced CON). See, the name speaks for itself?" My dad then says," You mean you expect them to think of Kahn from Star Trek?"
Oh man was I laughing. Not so much b/c the joke was that good, but that it was A) surprising and B) illustrated that my dad is a bigger dork than I am. This is probably only entertaining to me...
Final notes: Dan Brown is a goober, Peter Straub is fucked up, and my Birthday is on the 3rd. Yay for me.