Saturday 2nd July
10:13am Eugh, day off and I’m on the way to Truhampton. Went to the GC last night and I’m not feeling well at all. Loads of people were out, so Emily and me decided it would be a great time to make the Official Camp Rockbear Porn Calendar 2005. We went round each person and made them pair up to do sexy poses for the camera. Emily found Ben and made him stand with his back against the bar while I was pressed against him with my leg bent around him and I turned to face the camera with my finger on my lip. My only defense is that I was drunk. After she’d taken the photo I turned back around and he kissed me, right on the lips. Toot, toot, what do you know, we ended up snogging for the next hour, haha!
Emily pretty much lost me for the night there, but before that she’d made Jamie and me sprawl over the table outside with me looking like I was enjoying him from behind. Everyone else who was there just piled on – that’s going to be a well funny photo. Jamie’s definitely fit, but Ben’s better.
There were so many of us up at the GC the toilets were permanently rammed, so Cara and me decided to go on the golf course. We were midstream when the owner of the GC flicked on the floodlights and we were there with our trousers – well in her case pyjama bottoms – round our ankles. It was so embarrassing, everyone on the terrace was laughing at us.
After this Cara decided it would be a great idea to go joyriding in one of the golf carts. She ‘drove’ it down the steep GC hill and nearly knocked down some of our fellow counselors on their way back from the GC.
Endangered counselor 1: “Hey, who is that!?….”
Endangered counselor 2: “Oh, it’s alright, it’s just Cara and Lucy.”
We were laughing so much it hurt. We got to the bottom then decided it’d probably be a good idea to do a Uey and put it back. So glad we did, we would have got an absolute bollocking from Earl, probably sent home actually. Actually, we still could if anyone dobs us in. Fuck.
On the way back from the GC to the staff room Pip, the cool girl from the bunk next door to mine, and me, decided to go and rob the ice cream room. It was funny, but actually really feral and gross at the same time, I’d hate to watch myself doing it. We were like animals desperate for food. We managed to open the doors enough to slip in and were pulling open all the big fridges to find the ice cream. We had the carton under one arm, and with the other hand we were scooping out the delicious ice cream into our mouths, pretty much sticking our fingers in one another’s tub and feeding it to each other.
I walked in the staff room after the ice cream adventure and saw Cara sat on the sofa. I decided it’d be a great idea to jump on her. I misjudged, totally missed, and flew over the top of the sofa and cracked my head on the floor. I remember being in a lot of pain, it was a good job I was too drunk to really feel it.
Had such a good night. Ben and me ended up snogging in the staff room. Although, I’m shocked he even found me vaguely attractive. My t-shirt was covered in grass stains and ice cream, this blue mark I’ve now got on my head must have been a throbbing red one and I’m sure I had my half-smile-totally-pissed face on. Obviously that’s what he’s into because things got a bit heated on the staff room sofa. Mortified. I haven’t felt this way about a boy for ages, my heart’s flipping just thinking about him.
7:03pm Truhampton Shopping Mall was so dead considering it was a Saturday. Me, Emily and Pete had Subway for brekkers, it was perfect. Then we did a bit of shopping and went to Walmart – love that place. Left my mofo camera in there though – gutted! It had my international phone card in and more importantly, all the Camp Rockbear Porn Calendar photos. I went back, but someone had obviously already nabbed it. They literally would have been the greatest photos anyone had ever seen. Whoever picked up that camera will have a treat when they get home. I’m absolutely devastated. We had to come back early because the waterfront staff we were with had training, so gay Pete, Danielle and me are off to the GC for dinner. Hope they don’t recognise me as the phantom golf course pisser, hopefully not without my accomplice in tow.
1amish Ooo, had a well tasty marinated grilled chicken sandwich at the GC – it was so good not to have to eat camp food. The GC was amazing, I’ve never seen it in the day and it’s actually a really nice place. Pete was being very cute – he said he was so glad to have met us and that he was having the best time of his life. Then just as everything was lovely…
Me: “So how old were you when you realised you weren’t normal?”
What the fuck? I’m such an inbred. Everyone went silent for a minute then he laughed and told me to fuck off and we were all happy again. I’m such a twat sometimes. I don’t know where these things come from.
Pete and me stayed on for a bit when everyone else got there, but we weren’t drinking. I looked around and felt so happy: Emily and Cara were sat together pissing themselves laughing about something, Danielle was in the corner downing shots with another counselor from the climbing wall, Jo and Rebecca looked deep in conversation and Zoe and Pip were up dancing to Land Down Under. I love camp. I love all the people I’ve met here so much it makes me want to cry. These are all the kind of people who should be in my life.
Pete and me got a lift with the owner back to camp just after midnight as he was going that way, so I think I’m in the clear for the little piddle incident. So happy we didn’t have to walk the ten minutes. We went to the dining hall for our coco pops fix and a cup of tea, then off to bed. Another perfect day!