Sick

I had one heck of a busy weekend.



We had a fellowship over at Ghislain and Jeannine's chalet, I visited a local fair, and Sonya left back to her place.



The fellowship went real well, even though at first I was given charge over a riotous group of OCs, but I managed to keep them in line and we had fun. I brought them on a walk, I went swimming in the lake with them, and I took them on a pedalo ride.



The only thing that went bad was the attacks of two tiny bloodsuckers which went straight for Nicole and Isabelle's feet, until we dumped a truck of salt on the suckers.



It's funny how the girls didn't even realize they were there until someone pointed the creatures out, and then all the kids started screaming.



We also played a beansack thingy game, were two people lined up and took turns throwing their beansacks at a wooden box with a hole in it. Our hosts rocked at this game. Figures, since they own it. And I won my first game.



Typically.



The food there is something to blog about, the corn, salad, and other snacks tasted so good, I had to catch myself from diving into the serving bowl.



After the party games (which I lost at) and the campfire, we were given a fireworks show by our hosts.



Oh, holy night.



I was invited to sleep over at the chalet, since I was invited to visit a local fair with Vincent the day after.



I remember getting slapped and hugged whilst I slept.



But the breakfast made up for my injuries.



And so did the fair.



The pouring rain didn't discourage this story's heroes, who valiantly wielded the keys and prayed for good weather.

The Lord came through and we happily set off for the fair.



Did I mention we got in for free?



There was four rides geared toward older and thrill seeking audiences, and Vincent and I hopped on them all. In order of most thrilling to the bearable: "The Zipper", some Viking boat ride, "The Cliff Hanger", and "Scrambler".



My first reaction to the first was "Hell, no!", but after trying it twice in a row, it was more like "Hell yeah!". "The Zipper" is like a treadmill with a buncha cages attached to it. You stand in the cages and get locked in, after which you hold some bars at your chest level. Now these bars are important, because if you don't push on them, chances are the spinning will make you bash your head on the cage, and you'll end up with a bloody nose.



Och, my triceps.



I had to go twice in a row, because Vincent's friend, Jimmy, didn't have a partner to go with. I somewhat volunteered and ended up with aching triceps.



But the thrill was worth it.



The Viking boat was like a giant swing with multiple seats. I got so used to it, I could nearly stand up while the boat was swinging into a vertical position.



But some safety bars prevented my popping out.



"The Cliff Hanger" was a three-seat metal cliff hanger attached to a swinging arm. It swooped you up high and then swung you low.

The view was niCe. I threw my hands out while going up high, but again the safety bar on my shoulders prevented my scheduled flight.



I found the view of the nearby cemetery reassuring.



The "Scrambler" was a sadistic ride that found me gasping for breath and complaining about my bruised arms. All thanks to Vincent who insisted I should sit to the right, while he and his buddy squashed my sorry self.



I wasn't that bad after Vincent took my place in the squishing seat.



I conquered my fear of scary rides.

And am suffering the consequences.



Sick rides, I say.

Sick little me, too.



Like, literally.



I got a muscle ache all over my body, and some sick soul inside me is fiddling with my body temperature. I guess he likes the heat. At the same time my family is watching the K.O.T. Camp DVD.



Turn the volume down please. And skip the part were I pick my nose for the camera.



Burn.