after spending four weeks with children, we are forced to spend a weekend with the rest of the staff in order to "re-bond and refocus" on what we are here to do.
last night we went to a demolition derby. i've never been to one before.
the farmers and their families all looked stereotypically "hick" and the teenagers looked like they didn't want to actually be wearing any clothes, let alone the little they did wear. all of them were wearing some type of red/white/blue color combination.
overall, i felt the whole thing was slightly ridiculous. they blared country music over crappy speakers, people walked through clouds of dust, ate terrible "fair" food, and yelled and cheered at the cars that kept smashing into each other. i tried to keep a positive attitude - but i did not cheer the way the others did (until a girl beat the crap out of all the guy drivers....which was awesome....her car said "i hate pink"...).
before it started we had to stand and listen to a group of guys sing the national anthem off-key. the announcer also gave a whole little chat about how our country is amazing and wonderful and blah blah blah blah....
a couple of other girls and i ended up playing "name that song" off of someone's ipod for a while. that made it better.
then we watched fireworks. i like fireworks. they are pretty when done right. however, the end of the show was a american flag made out of blow-up things that lit up for a while, while the song "i'm proud to be an american, where at least i know i'm free..." blared obnoxiously.
the whole display and all the patriotism was ridiculous.
and i claimed canada. i hope you don't mind....
today, we are going to see a movie, hang out at falls park, and then eat at chili's. tomorrow, its morning church at some church plant in harrisburg, and then i have the afternoon off. i'll head home and then out to downtown sioux falls to explore the little shops with charlie.
this session's chips on spaghetti night at wilderness camp. we eat it wilder-style - no utensils.
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you can claim canada. i'm going to let you.
that church plant that you went too, was the pastor's name Travis Else? shaved head, skinny guy? if so, he graduated from western, and he was my neighbor last year. cool.
I worked at fairs exactly like that for years. After awhile, you learn to appreciate all the mullets and broken toothed smiles. And all the people asking you "why don't you have beer??" Yeah, I am fond of the whole scenario, though I see all of its ridiculous characteristics.
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