Boston... here I come

Don't ask me how it happened, but I get to go to Boston tomorrow. I didn't even have to piss and moan. I was pretty mad that they were sending the other counselors with the 13-year-olds (Super Seniors) but were gonna leave me back at Camp Vega to head up land sports for the day. More details to come.

Got to go to Fun Town. But whoop! I hate that place but love the fried dough. (Funnel cake with no purpose) So much food is consumed. UggggH!

Fun news. We got to visit the camp across the lake (Camp Takajo) Joan Lunden's husband (Jeffrey A. Konigsberg) owns and runs it so she was there on sibling day with her two sets (Yah, you read that right!) of twins (Kate & Max, age 2; Jack & Kimberly, 3 months old). I got to hold one of the babies. They were all dressed up like hippies for "halloween."

That's about it from Camp Vega where the only a girl find is herself.

I am steaming mad. Just found out that out of the 6 Super Senior (13-yr-old)counselors, I will be THE ONLY ONE not going to Boston. What is that about? I am tire of being walked all over just because I am a nice guy. I am so effing accommodating, going this place and that for anyone here. I have become the designated driver for the golf team every Thursday which I don't mind. I am the one who drives any couselor to the airport whether it's to go home for the weekend or go home because they were "go teamed" (fired). I know the Maine coastal highway like the back of my hand. But when it came to picking the counselors to take the 13-year olds to Boston, I was asked to go to Fun Town this weekend and stay here next weekend. That is a crock.

And I know it's because the person in charge is good friends with my bunk counselors who are row coaches. The girls get along so much better with me than the other 2 counselors in my bunk. I like my co-counselors as friends, but they are not the best counselors at this place. My girls will not wake up to being hit over the head with pillows and lights in their eyes. When I ask them to wake up, some of them honestly say, "I am only doing this because YOU asked me." How do you think a 3-day weekend in Boston is going to go when they can't stand the other 2 counselors. When I told 1 campter, she was livid and wanted to know what she could do. I had to make her promise not to tell or complain because I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. A bunch of these little rich girls could call home to mommy and daddy and get some camp ass in my favor, but I won't let them. In the meantime, 1 counselor in the other Super Senior bunk had to go home because her uncle killed himself so now my bitching will seem awfully petty, won't it? I have got to get a pair of balls and go to the person in charge and complain. I don't want to be the one who can be taken advantage of just because I'm a nice kid.

I know every Super Senior Girls' name and should be allowed to go to Boston on principle alone. Why are people so jealous and intimidated by those of us who are well liked by kids? I sure hope this shit doesn't happen when I start teaching. That is bull shit.

Olympic Break at Vega

This year's Olympic Break offered multiple exciting moments for Vega campers! First, a fake Sunset Circle was arranged and then a loud noise diverted the campers to the Vega beach. A low-flying aircraft buzzed overhead and the girls looked up in wonder. A sea plane swooped skillfully to the far dock as the campers gazed in anticipation. The Green and White generals, Clancy and Sarah, exited the sea plane and excitedly ran down the dock. The generals pointed in the direction of the second surprise. Three huge boxes were placed on Unity Hill and as the campers gathered around as five hundred balloons, green and white and purple were released in celebration of the opening festivities. Varna was there to scatter Varna bars to all of the campers. Music, sundae bar and dancing resumed before each of the campers discovered which team they would be on for the summer. I am on the Green team. Olympics signal the beginning of intracamp competition that ranges from Noodle Hunts, to Apache Relay, to the Song Competition. Good luck green and good luck white!

Here are my fabulous campers in Katahdin cabin. Aren't they darling. Storms have caused power outages all over Maine. We were sent to our bunks in pitch darkness the other night with no electricity, which means no fans. Man, it's hot. But we all giggled and talked for hours in the dark. So fun.

Hotter than balls in Maine

In case you're wondering, it's hotter than balls in Maine right now. June and July are usually glorious, if not chilly, months in the state of Maine. So much so that Mainahs (as they call call themselves) do not own air conditioners. There were only about 2 miserable weeks last year in August when the heat caught up with us. Last week as I was shivering my ass off in the deepest darkest jungle of Kents Hill Maine, I called my mom to have her send me another sweatshirt, one I had been given by one of my Juicy girls last summer at the end of camp because it was too much trouble to pack. So my ever indulgent and dutiful mother sent up another hoodie. It is now 92 mother fucking degrees at Camp Vega (the brightest star in the summer sky). But lucky me? I have another sweatshirt just in case! It was as hot yesterday in Maine as it was in St. Louis, Missouri. What gives?

I got what I wanted!

Yep, I'm in Katahdin, the cabin I wanted. I won't be sleeping on a screened-in porch like I feared. I have 2 others girls as co-counselors with me. We went bowling last night and, yes, drinking. I got home at 1AM and had to wake up at 4 to drive to Boston (with Ian and some other counselors). They stayed there to collect some girls flying in from LA while I waited to leave on a 2 o'clock flight for Baltimore. Once there, I crashed. Ok, face it, I crashed on the flight there and don't even remember taking off. Took a nap and then took a $16 cab ride to The Inner Harbor to walk around Baltimore. I'll be eating dinner by myself tonight and staying a pretty nice hotel room. Tomorrow I pick up the Baltimore girls and back to Boston. WRITE ME!

Emily Geisel, Staffer
Camp Vega (KATAHDIN)
317 Echo Lake Road
Kents Hill, ME 04349

Find out my assignment

I find out my assignment tomorrow, which girls I will get, what cabin I am in. Then we will start to unpack all the girls' crap that has been mailed up here for the past month. It's redonkulous. I hope I'm not in the cabin where I have to sleep on the screened-in porch. That would suck.

I also find out my traveling schedule for this week in picking up girls from the Baltimore airport. I have my flight information going out of Boston, but I don't know if they have a ticket for flying me and the girls back to Boston. Funny, huh? We (the staffers) will spend the night at our various locations before waking up, going back to the airport and holding up one of those goofy signs you see in the movies that reads CAMP VEGA. After collecting girls, we will head back to Boston and then the long drive back to Maine.

Hope Mom sends up my sweat shirts soon. My nipples could cut glass.