Ah, summer camp. The place where lasting memories (and fears) are formed. When I was a young man*, I spent one week every summer at Camp Bonner in North Carolina. Every year my tent was in the Iroquois campsite which was pretty conveniently located in the middle of the whole camp, though it had one oddity. At the head of the trail leading to the Iroquois campsite was an old tree with a peculiar arrangement of knots and limbs about 12 feet from the ground that made the tree look like it had a perpetual erection. As any typical, camp-going teenager would, we cleverly called it the Bonner Boner Tree.** Not only did the tree have a boner, but at least once during the week the tree got some unlucky camper's underwear as a tasteful decoration. How's that for having your shorts raised up on a flagpole?
Where was I going with all this? Oh, yeah. I'd like to thank our guest quizmaster, Field Sergeant Jen, for hosting on Wednesday and delivering such a nostalgia-inducing round about summer camps. Dr. Jordan also had a round that brought me back to a time in my youth when I was left to me own primitive devices in a cruel and unforgiving wilderness - ah, mathematical word problems. We quiz-goers also got to demonstrate our knowledge of dogs, Johnnies, the Breakfast Club, and opening sentences from classic literary works. That's what I call a hell of a night.
Not only that, but we had new t-shirts to win this week. What could be better? Perhaps some shirts that didn't look like they'd been balled up in a suitcase for the last month could have been better. I do apologize again that they were a bit wrinkled, but when I smuggled them away from my former employer I was more concerned about getting a variety of sizes for you to pick from than keeping the shirts nice and smooth. I'm not sure Jen will ever forgive me, but I hope everyone else can.
Finally, the word is out that August 29th will be the Nerd Night Mixer at the IRCPQ. You're probably wondering what that means exactly. As soon as I figure it out, you'll be the first ones to know. Stay tuned.
* - The Evil Master Phil?
** - I spent most of this morning searching the Internet for pictures of the Bonner Boner.
I'm not single.
I don't want to be single.
I don't want to do anything that would cause me to be single.
All that said, can I still come to the Mixer?
I sure as heck hope so!
Me-thinks said Mixer will be more of shuffling our mostly-solidified teams up so that we may commune, co-mingle*, & even chortle with more of our fellow dedicated IRCPQ-players than we would normally.
(*flirting entirely optional)
Ooh! But might we get name tags??
MO, you can (and should) absolutely still come to the Mixer. I think APD has nailed this one right on the head. Details are still solidifying, but in principle MO and APD could come together to form Team DAMPO or AD MOP (Ad Rock's less famous brother).