Return of the…
Yes, I’m back; it was a fun weekend, I’ll tell you that much. Dangerous driving, explosions, bath tubs used for purposes beyond their construction, drinking, games, drinking games, Philippoussis losing the Wimbledon final: fun, fun, fun.
The name “Greg’s Camp” is taken from our old volleyball team “Greg’s Team”; named for a former member of that team, Greg. Greg was more of a dictator/coach/madman than a member of the team, hence the fun of naming it “Greg’s Team” once he was ejected from the team. Stop me if I’m saying ‘team’ too much. Though the volleyball team isn’t named after him any more, the camp remains.
Our aim, if any, is to escape civilization for a weekend, get drunk, fuck around, and have a lot of fun doing it. It’s a time for bonding, a time for relaxing, a time for singing songs, kicking tires and lighting fires. And to think I have to wait another 6 months before the next one.