1st day off !
So today was possibly the funniest day i've had since i've been at camp.
It was my first day off having worked 10 days straight, and as expected, i tried to make the most of it.
As the nights off begin the previous night past 8.30pm usually, we (Me, Joanna, Peter and James) had planned to go to Boston for Peters birthday as he turned 21. As soon as the time hit 8.30pm and even before, we had been excited the entire week for it come about and naturally got slightly frustrated at how long the evening activity lasted, despite it being pretty boring for us counsellors as we just sat in 1 place waiting for the kids to walk in. The evening activity was Zombie Invasion and consisted of all the counsellors walking round camp like zombies and attempting to turn the humans aka the campers, to zombies as well by grabbing socks from their waists.
Anyway, after escaping from the activity and going to the liquor store (my attempt at remembering not to say Offy or Off Licence) , we parted with a considerable amount of liquid substances for consumption later that evening and arriving into Boston and sipping our first drink was a relief to say the least.
After meeting the housemates and throwing a few back without forgetting Mr Cuervo in between, we headed out to a bar and subsequently drank more and basically fed Peter with various concoctions.
We retired pretty early (I only bought 2 drinks) but were greeted to an awesome party back at the house with some grub to satisfy our drink induced hunger. Waking up in the basement the next morning, I felt like I had slept in the most awkward position and no matter where I moved, I couldn't find a comfy place to sleep. Then I realised it wasn't where I was sleeping, it was the dam heat! stupid hot countries!
Anyway after waking up and getting some breakfast whilst talking about the previous nights antics, we all headed back home and it started to piss down with rain.
This is where it got interesting..
So basically there have been problems down the street before with rain, and whilst they were never as bad as this, they still caused damage to various houses including the one we were in. The rain started to get worse and the thunder and lightning broke out which is notoriously more violent in America compared to England. It actually sounded like a gunshot right on the porch. I was enjoying myself with the cool temperature (which would probably be britain's hottest summer back home haha) but little did I know the events that were about to unfold.
Outside the back door, a fair amount of water had gathered and we were all talking about how deep it was (came up to the rims on the car).
All of a sudden the drains in the road had blocked and water was rising at an alarming rate and started to reach the garden. Whilst this wouldnt normally prove much of a problem for a typical english home, American houses out here tend to house cellars which lead up into the garden. After realising that there was a strong, if not inevitable, possibility of water going into the basement, we all run down into the cellar and were faced with water gushing through the doors. The first instinct was to find anything that needed saving (the guys who lived here had books, clothes, and unfortunately housed couches down there as a further chillout room) and to bring it upstairs to safety, but unfortunately as the water rose further, the couches were beyond saving and started to happily bob about the room whilst we went back and forth moving whatever was worth saving.
After the water level reached its peak, we decided to make the most of a bad situation and play out in the rain. First we decided to walk about in the road which came up to over our knees as shown here:
Followed by riding bikes:
Followed by, my favourite, canoeing:
In between we were performing some sort of public rescue service and pushing cars up hills to safety due to idiots thinking they are invulnerable to water with their stupid small cars. Whilst some people may think they can float on water, maybe checking the big ass Escalade in the road and realising the water comes up the grill might give you some idea that it isn't possible..
After the street was drained a few hours later, we then proceeded to head out into town and went round Harvard campus:
I also learn that the feet of this statue are pissed on by frat boys as part of initiation.. nice..
Random photos
Lila pretty pissed off with a haircut that cost her 50 dollaaaaassssss. Or should I say blowdry:
Bow to the indian chief!
Me using a parking meter
Showing Lila how high her 'pants' are
Pete on a slack line (giving him some credit he turned round earlier and walked back - he wasnt in the best state of mind to be doing it at this point
Right its now 1.22am and i gotta get up at 7.30am so ima hit the sack and will post up some more jazz sometime soon
PEACE!
/Ollie
It was my first day off having worked 10 days straight, and as expected, i tried to make the most of it.
As the nights off begin the previous night past 8.30pm usually, we (Me, Joanna, Peter and James) had planned to go to Boston for Peters birthday as he turned 21. As soon as the time hit 8.30pm and even before, we had been excited the entire week for it come about and naturally got slightly frustrated at how long the evening activity lasted, despite it being pretty boring for us counsellors as we just sat in 1 place waiting for the kids to walk in. The evening activity was Zombie Invasion and consisted of all the counsellors walking round camp like zombies and attempting to turn the humans aka the campers, to zombies as well by grabbing socks from their waists.
Anyway, after escaping from the activity and going to the liquor store (my attempt at remembering not to say Offy or Off Licence) , we parted with a considerable amount of liquid substances for consumption later that evening and arriving into Boston and sipping our first drink was a relief to say the least.
After meeting the housemates and throwing a few back without forgetting Mr Cuervo in between, we headed out to a bar and subsequently drank more and basically fed Peter with various concoctions.
We retired pretty early (I only bought 2 drinks) but were greeted to an awesome party back at the house with some grub to satisfy our drink induced hunger. Waking up in the basement the next morning, I felt like I had slept in the most awkward position and no matter where I moved, I couldn't find a comfy place to sleep. Then I realised it wasn't where I was sleeping, it was the dam heat! stupid hot countries!
Anyway after waking up and getting some breakfast whilst talking about the previous nights antics, we all headed back home and it started to piss down with rain.
This is where it got interesting..
So basically there have been problems down the street before with rain, and whilst they were never as bad as this, they still caused damage to various houses including the one we were in. The rain started to get worse and the thunder and lightning broke out which is notoriously more violent in America compared to England. It actually sounded like a gunshot right on the porch. I was enjoying myself with the cool temperature (which would probably be britain's hottest summer back home haha) but little did I know the events that were about to unfold.
Outside the back door, a fair amount of water had gathered and we were all talking about how deep it was (came up to the rims on the car).
All of a sudden the drains in the road had blocked and water was rising at an alarming rate and started to reach the garden. Whilst this wouldnt normally prove much of a problem for a typical english home, American houses out here tend to house cellars which lead up into the garden. After realising that there was a strong, if not inevitable, possibility of water going into the basement, we all run down into the cellar and were faced with water gushing through the doors. The first instinct was to find anything that needed saving (the guys who lived here had books, clothes, and unfortunately housed couches down there as a further chillout room) and to bring it upstairs to safety, but unfortunately as the water rose further, the couches were beyond saving and started to happily bob about the room whilst we went back and forth moving whatever was worth saving.
After the water level reached its peak, we decided to make the most of a bad situation and play out in the rain. First we decided to walk about in the road which came up to over our knees as shown here:
Followed by riding bikes:
Followed by, my favourite, canoeing:
In between we were performing some sort of public rescue service and pushing cars up hills to safety due to idiots thinking they are invulnerable to water with their stupid small cars. Whilst some people may think they can float on water, maybe checking the big ass Escalade in the road and realising the water comes up the grill might give you some idea that it isn't possible..
After the street was drained a few hours later, we then proceeded to head out into town and went round Harvard campus:
I also learn that the feet of this statue are pissed on by frat boys as part of initiation.. nice..
Random photos
Lila pretty pissed off with a haircut that cost her 50 dollaaaaassssss. Or should I say blowdry:
Bow to the indian chief!
Me using a parking meter
Showing Lila how high her 'pants' are
Pete on a slack line (giving him some credit he turned round earlier and walked back - he wasnt in the best state of mind to be doing it at this point
Right its now 1.22am and i gotta get up at 7.30am so ima hit the sack and will post up some more jazz sometime soon
PEACE!
/Ollie
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