Just Like The Last Time

I had no idea it has been over a month since I wrote. I'm really slacking. I can't blame it on being to busy because things have slowed down considerably after the conference. There are still some residual projects but nothing like before. I took my very first vacation day on Friday. I had to fill out a blue slip and everything. It was very official. I decided to tag along with the guys on their way up to CYC in Gatlinburg. There is just something about that place that makes me feel comfortable. We rolled into the Foreskin Lodge (it's really the Bearskin Lodge but guys have a way of coming up with alternative names) at about 3 a.m.

I worked the booth with Chad and Chuck and saw a ton of familiar faces. I saw a lot of kids from summer camps. Hopefully I got their names right(I hate when someone forgets my name so I try my best to remember people's names). We ate at this pizza place close to our hotel and Kid got peer pressured into ordering the 16 INCH CALZONE! This thing was bigger than a moose head...there was a moose head on the wall and the calzone was bigger, promise. We knew he wouldn't be able to do it and about halfway through, Kid hung his head in shame. It was a valiant effort though Kiddo.

The guys sang after the Ambassadors on Saturday night and blew them away like we normally do. But seriously, the Ambassadors were really good this year. Surprisingly, the girls were a lot better than the guys. They just can't compete with Cornerstone's secular show. The Faulkner table was swamped after their show for about 45 minutes. We went and saw Smokey (guy from India that remembers us every year) that night on the way to the hotel and gave him and his wife some Faulkner memorabilia. He was very excited. He still has a Faulkner football hanging from the ceiling of his convenience store that Chuck gave him last year.

We had some confusion Sunday about what time we were actually leaving so Chad and Chuck went back while we ate at the Apple Barn with ole Stan and Kathy, Stevo's wicked awesome parents. After making some "sweet mammories" telling motorboating stories at the table, watching Kid run up a mountain and saying exactly what was on our mind in the Apple Barn bathroom, we parted ways and I enjoyed a funny slumber filled ride back to the Gump.

It was definitely a trip that I will never forget because of things that can't be repeated over a blog. I miss those trips so it's always good to take off on a Friday and hang out with the guys.