The Great Escape

The last week of camp for me was a blur. We went back to NYC on Monday, it was hotter than I could imagine, but the drive to NYC and back went relatively smoothly. We pimped it out in a stylish minivan.

This trip to NYC was the funnest I think. We went to Central Park and chilled on the grass like we were the coolest people in the world. It was awesome. There's a coach store right by there where we saw, and breifly stalked Kelly Ripa's husband, Mark Consuelos. One of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. I thought Bella was going to lose it she was in such awe. He's a bit short though. We also saw Nick Lachey's girlfriend in front of MTV in Times Square. It was one star-studded day!

It was pretty cool, our shopping mission was to hit up Urban Outfitters, which took us to Chelsea, Greenwich Village, and Soho. It was pretty cool. We went for sushi in this tiny hole in the wall place that was amazingly good. Best sushi I've ever had - and I'm from Vancouver!

As I said, our drive home went smoothly, we were all beat and left with plenty of time, and didn't get lost (first time) so we got back to camp early enough to hang out before curfew.

The next week was kind of hectic, color war broke, which for those who don't know, is a huge camp tradition that involves clues throughout the week, and extravagent fireworks, shows, etc. leading up to a olympic-style week of camp madness. However, it broke on Wednesday night and I left on Thursday morning, so I missed it.

Jenny drove me to the bus in Honesdale, and I took it to NYC port authority, where I had to transfer to get to Newark, and more specifically the airport. My bus driver was effing around with me I think, he told me that if I went inside and pushed the big red button, that I couldn't miss, someone would come and get my bags and take me to the bus. There was no red button. I did, however, find 3 big black security guards who thought it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. When I finally trekked out to the bus, my arm was all bruised from my big hockey bag. It sucked. It was bruised for like a week. Anyways.

When I got to the airport, I tried to drop my bags off at security, and the guy that took them gave me a lecture on not leaving my bags unattended. He told me that I didn't want some psychopath taking it or putting things in it. He proceeded to tell me how he just got out of the asylum and all I could do was laugh, I was that freaked out. He started to laugh and told me to lighten up, apparently it was make fun of Melanie day, as everyone I came across was playing around with me. It was pretty funny.

The flight was late due to heat lightning in upstate New York, but made it to Seattle in time to rip all the way up to Vancouver and make the last ferry home. It was a long journey but so nice to see that West Coast ocean.