I’m heading out of town tomorrow morning with a crew of Unitarians to go to church camp. Being Unitarians, we tend to like to say “church camp” to people for the shock value and then qualify it with the Unitarian word, so that people know that we aren’t really going to spend the weekend doing any sort of religious activity (in fact, no religious activity whatsoever), but instead going to worship the sun, the Chesapeake bay and several bottles of cherry rum. I’m looking forward to a weekend spent with a book, friends, cute foreign waterfront staff (who are all 19 years old and completely adorable), marshmallows roasted on sticks and evenings with visible stars.
I’ll be back Monday, hopefully with a good story or two to tell.
ok wait whoa can i go too? if just for the 19-year old foreign waterfront staff??
oh and rum, too. i like rum.
Whoa! Sounds like a bitchin’ church camp to me. Get your God on!
Wow, now that’s some religion I’d like to be a member of!
Cherry rum? Cherry Rum? I want some Cherry Rum.
cherry rum? never heard of it before. sounds like a fun time!