Girls will be girls (Day 7)

Everyone loves a good laugh, especially at the expense of us girls…so keep reading

I guess ill start with our temporary home, a 10-man green tent located approximately ½ metre from the guys’ tent. It’s late at night, and very dark (may I add that the boys stole all the extension chords for electricity with the excuse that we had the better tent). We rummage around trying to find lost hairbrushes and shampoo and then stumble out of the tent to wait in line for the showers. It’s our turn, and if you were brave enough you could walk into the bathroom to the sound of running water and hysterical giggles. Add another cup of bravery, and you could remain there for an additional 20 minutes with no change in the atmosphere and no signs that the running water would stop running. But if you were smart, you could follow one of us that settled with just brushing our teeth and witness us walking right into the screen door of the tent due to the fact it is practically invisible in bright daylight, and definitely invisible in the black night. If you were a lunatic, you could follow us inside and listen as we were embarrassingly daring enough to stutter a ‘is anyone in here?’ and be answered in silence. If you were the brave one who waited in the bathroom for the showers to come to a dramatic end of disappointed sighs and big yawns, you could remain for another twenty minutes of hair-drying and straightening and then follow these strange creatures back to the tent, where you would be blinded by the sudden lights shot at your eyes (not mentioning whose was the brightest and most frustrating ) and endure the million “who is it?” ’s in 5 different pitches. Sniffing the air you might also catch a whiff of WeetBix and dirty nappies (if you were Laura, anyhow). Yet once we were all safely inside, snuggled up, with lights out and zipped lips, you could listen to the strange noises which began to surround us, from an obvious direction – the guys’ tent – and hear the snores as we soon all fell asleep, since none of us really could be bothered straining our ears to listen to Family Guy at 11pm.

Stay for another 8 hours, and you could hear 7 different alarms going off at the same time, and muffled sighs and yawns as, half-asleep, we turned them off. Wait about another five minutes, and you could hear the alarms go off again. Repeat the routine a few more times, and you have a bunch of groggy, droopy-eyed females tripping out to the bathroom ten minutes after breakfast was scheduled to start.

14 hours later, and we start all over again. Maybe if you were sneaky and quiet enough, you could stay in the corner and witness a few guys tiptoe-ing in with evil grins on their evil faces, armed with shaving cream. However, you might be dissapointed when you saw them all run out when some of us muttered in our sleep about American accents (and a mysterious person whose name rhymed with 'lark').

i could go a step further and tell you what happens a metre away in the guys tent, but i dont think you really want to know. neither do i.

much love,
Nanette Brown
Canterbury Gardens Community Church