The vaseline excursion had really raised the hackles of the girls camp staff. Not that they were angry, though they might have been. But because they had no one in particular to aim their animosity at. Face it , if you work at a camp you like a challenge, they had been secretly challenged ,and beaten, twice.

The lack of revenge properly placed, was to say the least....embarrassing for them.

Naturally I decided to strike again while the iron was still hot. Another hit now, while they were still reeling from the last one , would just be the icing on the cake.

I planned it all very carefully. I had to fire one of my boys before we could leap into action.I caught him smoking a joint , something I am adamantly opposed to, and something totally against the rules of the camp. I hated to do it, he was a good kid in many ways and I had no doubt he could have benefited from being on my staff...but as I said earlier, business is business, and personal is personal. I fired him without a second thought.

Now what I had in mind was more than my two remaining boys and I could handle. I contacted two of the guy section heads and said I needed two of their guys. My friends Mick and Tiny ( who were not my friends then, just guys I thought would be into it) were asked to come to my office. They showed up, kind of nervous, uncertain as to why they had been summoned. I'm sure they thought I was going to give them shit for something.

I laid out my plan, step by step, detail by detail. They were intrigued but hesitant." Help me with this" I said "And I'll let you use Red Cloud (my private cabin) for a few hours each". For a counselor who always has a roommate or a cabin of kids to deal with, privacy was a luxury. I had them heart and soul after that.Mick I knew had a girlfriend, Tiny was working on one, privacy was worth more than gold.

So that night at midnight we snuck down to the girls dining hall. The dining hall was octagonal shaped, kitchen on the one side attached to the boys octagonal dining hall on the other side...sort of like a giant ant. There was a series of steps up to each entrance doors connected by a wrap around deck . From the girls side the deck looked out on the girls camp, the middle looked out on the river and "no man's land", the boys side looked out on the bridge over the river to the boys camp, my buildings, and the playing field.

The tables in the girls dining hall were set up in a certain way. We took all those tables, all those chairs, all the napkin dispensers, cutlery , salt and pepper shakers and ketchup bottles. We took them down the stairs, over the bridge, and set them up in the playing field in EXACTLY the same formation as they had been in the girls dining hall.

It took a long time. we were exhausted.

In the morning the girls all marched down to the dining hall and lined up for breakfast. The program staff lined the deck railing as they always did and called the quiet cabins up first to enter and sit down. they entered into a very large, very empty octagonal building.

To say they were confused is putting it mildly.The Program Staff were flabberghasted, they were close to panicking...I mean what do you do when your whole dining hall is gone?

It was then that I appeared with my boys in tow. We had towels over our arms like waiters, so did Mick and Tiny and all their campers. We informed the girls that today was "Breakfast in the Boys Camp" day, and if they would kindly follow us.... we led them to the set up in the field.They were stunned. We even carried the trays of food to the tables and served them. They were happily chowing down in the middle of our field, set up in exactly the same formation that they would have in their own dining hall.

Then they realized that me, my boys, Mick, Tiny, and all their campers had disappeared while they were eating. When they finished their meal they were greeted by the head chef, a crusty German guy named Dieter yelling at them from the railing to get all that furniture and dishes back to the dining hall before he had to let his dishwashers go home!

It was at that point they realized they had been raided.

We watched from the safety of the woods as the girls grunted and groaned carrying tables , chairs, and DIRTY dishes across the field, over the bridge, up the stairs and into the dining hall.
It wore them out.
All of them.

Now some say this is more of a trick than a raid, but I disagree. We set it up in the middle of the night, right under the noses of the sentrys standing guard in "no man's land".

Mick and Tiny took their cabin groups on an overnight to 4th Lookout, my favorite campsite and one of the furthest from the camps.

My boys and I, for our own safety, decided to sleep there with them.

My friend Crazy2love wrote about not being able to be friends with staff under her at work, how they take advantage. This is usually the truth.

I'll say one thing for my dad, he may have been a really stupid father, but he was not a stupid man when it came to handling staff. He was a high school principal, and then he started and was president of one of the largest and most successful colleges in Canada.They named the largest campus after him, he must have done something right.

One thing I remember him telling me when I got into a position of power at my beloved camp, was this.You cannot start out soft and then hope to tighten up. Start out hard, and then you can soften up...you have to establish the guidelines...and the guidlines are...YOU ARE THE BOSS.

So I started my job at camp, I was Outtrips Director. A truly great job for a 19 year old lad. I had no cabin of kids, I had my own cabin, Red Cloud by name, but I worked with ALL the kids in the boys camp and girls camp.And all the counselors too.

I also had my own staff. 3 young kids that I worked hard for the first week of camp. They feared me, as did the counselors who had cabins full of kids. I wanted them to fear me at first....business is business, personal is personal. But business came first.

So when the counselors were in my program they had to follow my rules. I could fire them otherwise, and I wasn't afraid to do just that. My staff quivered when I raised my voice, which was just how I wanted it.

Then one day I told them, my three boys on my staff , that I was mad as hell at them because they were not having any FUN here at camp. I told them to meet me at my cabin at midnight, in dark clothing, and to keep their mouths shut.

They did not know what to make of me, they were totally bewildered, but they showed up on time and dressed appropriately.

We snuck into the girls camp. I led the way. On the way I laid out our mission for the evening, to say they were stunned is an understatement. To say they were having the time of their lives is an understatement as well.

We, carefully, and oh so quietly, snuck into the cabins of every girl counsellor or program staff member in the girls camp. We , carefully, and quietly, opened their drawers and stole a bra from each one. This was not easy to do. I was proud of myself and proud of my boys.

It took some time, we moved in almost slow motion afterall. Plus, being guys, we wanted to check out the size of all the girls we were stealing from.Boys WILL be boys afterall.

When we had our 36 bras, one from each staff member, we went to the flag pole and we ran them up the flagpole with pride.I had brought paperclips for just this purpose.In the morning when they were supposed to run up the Canadian flag and sing "Oh Canada".....they would be greeted by their own bras blowing in the breeze.

We watched, hidden in the bush and laughed as they slowly recognized their own underwear up there, and wondered how it got there, and who the hell had done this.

Me and my boys kept quiet, we were never suspected. I was afterall, a Director.We missed all the attempts the girls made for revenge.My boys loved me after that, they would do anything I said, and do it happily.When I told the othe guy Program Staff what I had done...well, they loved me, they saw I wasn't JUST a hardass.

So yeah, I have stolen bras, and I'm proud of it.

It was fun, and it was funny, and so was the camp rivalry that sprang up because of this.The girls camp staff and the boys camp staff going at each other....and me and my boys watching from the sidelines...and never being the target!

And planning our next excursion.....

Happy Halloween!!!!! 

Forgive me for saying, but my costume is better than yours! I'm seriously thinking of being a Florida lawyer every year. And while I am happy being a raven haired gorgeous hunk of man...I do have say, from my experience, blondes DO have more fun!

And fun is what this post is about. Specifically fun here on Xanga.

Xanga is fun. The people on Xanga are fun. Getting to know those people is fun. Becoming friends with those people is fun. The benefits from being friends with people on Xanga is fun.

If you are a guy like me, living with chronic pain, you can't imagine how wonderful it was to find, and become friends with Dikdoctor.Another in chronic pain, far worse than me. He makes me feel better. He gives me hope even though he isn't trying to.He is my friend now, and I never would have met him without Xanga.
And being friends with Dikdoctor is fun! My God, the stories that boy tells!!

Being on Xanga has been a creative experience for me too. I have created a hockey Goddess, one who lives in California no less. Not only has she taken to the game of hockey like a duck to water, but she is now a HUGE Toronto Maple Leafs fan. If you know anything about hockey, you know how shit the Leafs have been and how hard it is to be a fan!

But Storyslut shares my passion. We have fun discussing the Leafs, and the games as well as many other things. It is fun. A lot of fun. Did I mention that I met her here on Xanga? What are the chances we would have met anywhere else? A billion to one? She has become such a special friend, has helped me through many nights when I have been up and in pain. She doesn't know how much chatting with her has helped me.We have too much fun to stop and consider the benefits.

I'm not going to mention Saintvi and her baking. Not going to mention MooncatBlue and her awesome writing and her especially cute Miracle of a girl that I love like my own. I have written about them before. I will say that having them in my life is FUN. Two Xanga ladies that add fun to my life. I could add Jacksoncroons, Samspeeps, Jaynebug ,AuthorSmokeyTrudeau, and Itswhateyeknow to that list. And many more.Tee I haven't forgotten you.

My point isn't to make a list of fun Xangans. My point is that being a part of Xanga is fun.

I shall always be grateful to nameless_woman for convincing me to come here. Oh yeah, she's fun too.

Have fun today folks!