By the time I was on my way home last night, the dancing I had done earlier that evening felt like it hat been days ago.

For the third year in a row, I celebrated 4th of July at Camp Old Indian. I dressed in full class A (and complemented my outfit with a pretty red-and-white headband. Boy Scout chic!) so I could stand in line at assembly for old times sake. Then, I joined Caleb for dinner in the dining hall. As always, it was chicken tenders for family night dinner. Oh, but there was a surprise! Key lime pie! Oh and I was soooo yummy!

"We haven't gotten sherbet all year!"
"What? You lie!"
"They don't server sherbet with lasagna this year."
"Liars, all of you!"
"No, it's true!"
"Wait...what are you complaining about! You get key lime, freaking, pie!"

I was contemplating not dancing. I didn't think I had dance in me. I was convinced otherwise by a few lovely friends. Anne Marie insisted that we have to dance together...and she's right! We do! So I did. I danced horribly, but VA thought I did good. And hey, really, in fancy dance anything goes, right? (Well not anything!)

One of my old staff members was there (Matt a.k.a. Screech) and I picked him for the friendship dance. He wore my shawl and I wore his fedora! It was hilarious. :-) After dancing, we dancers convinced Marshall to high-tail it to the meadow so we could powwow some more. So we got to dance three or four more songs in the soft meadow grass. I really needed the practice too. ("Marshall, I suck. I really need you to play one more song! Please???")

Sometimes, I get too excited (or the drum plays a superfast song!) and I can't quite get the beat.

I cleaned up, threw on some jeans, and went with Anne Marie to go jack a Coke--not as fun as our favorite game (it starts with "jack" and ends with "snack"!!!) but good enough. We sat out on the porch in the new white rocking chairs and talked about guys and relationships. And then Matthew came along and we talked about cover letters and work and many other things.

I stayed until nearly midnight just hanging out and talking with everyone. I learned more about bugs from Tim than I thought was possible in one evening. I needed to look at butterflies to get ideas for regalia. The ones I like the best always end up being moths! (i.e. Maple Rosy Moth!)

For fear of someone else offering to do so, I got Caleb to walk me to my car again tonight. Caleb is the best because he's willing to listen to me as I pour out my heart and he gives really good advice back.

It was a good evening to be back up at camp with all my "family."

♥Tiffany♥