This weekend we went camping with the youth group. At some local cabins. Hot & humid, but a great time all the same.
There were cornhole tournaments. I worked hard last week to get our boards ready for use- nothing like waiting till the last minute. R plays a mean game and was the undefeated champion of the weekend. 
The guys made Sunday lunch. Awesome grilled chicken & pork chops. The tip jar was a good idea but didn't net their due reward. The salad may or may not have had some extra protein -in the form of a bug and/or severed fingernail.The guys willingness to take care of lunch did not extend to doing dishes afterwards, I noticed.
The planned activities provided a whole weeks' quota of laughs. I thoughts the girls were good sports about shooting balloons with a BB gun. Most were better shots than I would be.
But the guys were even better sports about eating doughnuts fishing-pole style when they were still full from lunch. You had to have been there -it looked so crazy!
A hot weekend wouldn't be complete without a water fight. Ice cold water by the bucket? No thanks! I'll cool off with a pina colada instead.
Want to feel mature? Or maybe better described as old and matronly? Start discussing whether something happened in '89 or '90 so you can hear one of the youth in the corner snort because that was before his time. Hanging out with the youth will do the trick, too. Particularly when they do youthful things -like piling on the back of a pickup for a trip to town and you worry about the one precariously perched falling off, or setting off "Amish bombs" at 2AM and you worry about the neighbors' noise tolerance. Ah, I remember those days when we were young & invincible, too.
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I love it. Loved your perspective on a weekend spent with those a little less mature than yourself. :) Looked like so much fun, and bravo to the guys for cooking lunch! Ah, the days of being young and invincible. Feeling kinda old myself.
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