Gal Is Going To Camp…

going to camp - and nothing to wear

Dear Friends,

it took month of persuasion and one long night in a beerhall but finally I gave in:
I’ll partake in one more true American institution called Summer Camp. I have absolutely no idea what it will be about, all I know is everyone is crazy preparing (not sure what though) but I guess it will be my one and only great last chance for:

Hey Ho Let’s Go! Gal Fatal in Foolio Land!

Apparently the two chief summer camp ladies hand pick who is allowed to come and I got a thumbs up assumingI got the new kid bonus…

For my personal safety I want you to know that in case you don’t hear back from me anytime soon after Monday (Memorial Weekend – unfortunately I’ll miss all the big sales cause that’s what it is apparently all about, just like Martin Luther King Day was) I am to be found somewhere in New Jersey. Seriously no one is giving me any details! It’s like – being a kid!
Except that there will be 50 grown ups. Yes 50.

So as for now I am going to leave you with the theme song that just reached my mailbox and people please, do pray for me!

Sorry upload doesn’t work I’ll give you an excerpt of the readily attached lyrics to learn on the road:

Verse 1:
Well boys and girls, we are at camp.
We are all sluts, jerks, douches, and tramps.
Our youth is gone, but we are here,
so what the hell, let’s drink some beer.
CHORUS:
Now here we are, alcoholics,
and some of us, are druggies too.
We gather here, to fuck and frolic,
and to cling to our youth.
O, to our camp be true!
Verse 2:
We’re losing hair, we have back backs,
and saggy boobs, and balls, and plumber’s cracks.
We once were hot, we once were hunks,
but now our beer guts, obscure our junks.

etc pp

P.S: Yesterday I went to Fulton Stree, a shopping street that is known for satisfying my enthusiasm for hip hop couture to buy some Camp suitable leggins (I am NOT doing shorts, to early into the season). When I entered a run down store named “Pretty Girl” where I was wellcomed with a friendly “Hey white Lady, how ya doin?”. (Here I’d like to point out that it wasn’t me who needed to make a remark about me being one of probabely 0.2% white customers p.d. and ask for “white leggins” or something… We have come a long way since Detroit!) Half way into the endlessly deep store I saw a guy sitting on a very high ladder, first I thought he was taking a break from fixing something then I realized he was actually looking for thieves. It struck me as pretty third world. Imagine him throwing stones at people to stop them stealing. Almost all the way to the back there was another guy who sat on a bar stool which was tied on a pedestal. As I came closer I suddenly see the guy slowly falling off the chair ONTO a customers back. The chair broke. I don’t know. I thought that was worthwhile sharing…