Fellow Ship

I always mean to blog about stuff right after stuff happens.

Sadly, my appointed computer days do not agree with me.

But I shall write about the fellowship I mentioned in my last post, if it's the last thing I do before we watch a movie.

Right.

We were late (it usually happens), but I was just glad the trip was over. Marco greeted us with a fat ball of snow, God bless him. After looking into the chalet we were to stay in, we headed over to the hall where everyone else was already gathered. After a briefing conducted by Jerry and Jerry, I headed into the hall, was given my guitar and told to play along with Francois, David, and Sebby. This proved to be more difficult than I expected, as Francois changes the key of his songs unexpectedly. I finally stopped playing altogether after I kept on sounding off-key. Michelle's dad didn't bring her bass guitar, so at least I didn't have to play bass. Ellen then read a Christmas message to us, and we shouted "Amen!" a lot.

Yeah, go Christmas Boomers! Or something...like that...

After came get-out time, which was probably the best part of this fellowship. We played Freeze Tag (it went right along with the weather), Capture the Flag (or the Canadian version, Capture the Fluorescent Toque), and Hide-and-go-Seek. I was especially good at the latter, I found a tight little hiding spot and tucked myself in. After some time, I figured I was doing my job too well, as no one could find me. My fingers and toes began to tingle and lose feeling. Some minutes later, Philip (Mr. "It") came perilously close to my hiding spot, but someone called him away. He left after muttering "Tabarnac!".

Gotcha, Phil!

Then Phil got me before I had a chance to touch the base.

Then I got him back.

I was "it", and I spotted him sneaking toward the base, so agile little me charges full speed towards base, executes a dive between a metal bar and a walkway and grabs him by the legs.

Slightly painful? Yes.

Thrilling? Hell yeah!

Capture the Flag consisted of either sides running through the trees screaming at each other (and my team winning every time). Thank heavens we had no casual bystanders, or it would have been "Good Lord, who let the retards out, get the loony bin warden!".

I ran like mad during Freeze Tag, and managed to stay untouched the entire time. My legs still hurt, though. After get-out, blah blah, more chatting with everyone else. Steven killed with his jokes, he made my stomach hurt, the bastard. Then came "talent" night, and all sorts of "talent" were displayed. Nathalie did a rendition of Apple Pie, it wasn't as bad as I'd expected it would be. It was sort of humorous though, considering the lyrics of the song. After that I got up and sang Aquarius. I messed up in some parts, but it went ok, considering it was the first time I sung and played for a small group of people. I believe that night's winner should have been Jasmine, who sang her ABC Song. It was adorable, to say the least. Later, I was asked (compelled, FORCED) to play Red, and right after I started I heard a pop and a snap, and there broke my A string. Most of the adults didn't like "heavy" music anyway, I bet they were relieved. Then came more music, more chatting, more sitting around.

Thus ended the night's fellowship.

Morning came, and with it came big and noisy ships. I was thinking about how it was just our luck that we got the chalet that was the closest to the St. Lawrence River. After Word Time, I headed out and found myself engaged in a small snowball war. I joined Marco's army, and fought for the righteousness of our cause.

Meaning, I got my ass kicked. And called it fun.

Because it was.