So, when I sat down to write my post for today, I couldn’t think about any exciting events or funny stories to tell. I tossed around several ideas with some friends, and we finally came up with an idea I was excited to do. Now, this summer has been nothing but dull and boring so far. The highlight of this week was that I bought a new toothbrush… I know, I like to live dangerously. So, I thought back to other summers, and instantly remembered my favorite summertime experience. But first, some background information.
When I was in middle school and high school, I was a show choir boy. Yes, the show choirs that are in Glee, that kind of thing. We had the costumes, we traveled, we did things I thought I would never do, but my favorite time at the end of every year was that the director would take us on a big trip for 10 days. If you remember reading my post about being from a small town, It’s true. My show choir had 11 people, which was so small that our performances usually took place in nursing homes and churches. The TV show Glee makes small show choirs seem like they can fill a room with sound and fill a stage with dancing and activity, but no. Normally, show choirs have 40 or 50 members, but that’s besides the point. Back on track with the story, we had finished a year, it was my Freshman year of high school, and it was time to take our trip. All year long, there had been talk of going on a cruise, or going to New York City, or somewhere in California. We all had ideas in our heads on where we thought we were going, we even took bets and whoever got the place right got to ride in the back of the bus on the way there. (Back of the bus is like throne of the kingdom, you’re instantly the coolest person ever if you get the back seat… even though it was on a short bus… 11 members). So, when the director announced our trip destination, we were sitting on our hands with excitement. She hadn’t said the place yet, she just described everything we would be doing. It seemed fun enough, until she said, “Iowa”.
Excuse my language but, da fuq?! We did NOT work hard all year raising money for this trip to blow it on little country hick-state Iowa. We lived and breathed country living every day, why would we want to go somewhere else that has it! Screw that, take us to Disney Land! The look of confusion was pretty much glued on our faces, and the next day, we all piled onto the short bus, and began the 8 hour drive to good ol’ Iowa. Yippie. The drives to these locations was always the funnest, because by the end of it we looked a hot mess, had all slept on each other, pranked each other, and someone lost a shoe or an earring. We pulled into this drive way of a massive house, it was actually considered a small mansion, and that’s when we found out that we would be living together, all the kids and all the adults under one roof. So, like kids moving into a new house, we claimed roommates and rooms, and set up camp. The house was old, there was a wasps nest and a creepy locked door with a chain over it in the basement, but we made the most of it. That first night, we went to a restaurant that had a live band, and they surprised us by asking us to perform, and then we got a free meal.
When we got back to the house, we played a game my family came up with, it’s called Follow the Red Barn Trail. We played that game outside in the dark until 3 or 4 in the morning, and we only stopped because the parents got out hoses and drenched us because we kept them awake. The way the game works is, someone is “It” and they get a flashlight. Everyone goes to hide, and the person with the flashlight goes out to find them. Once the person with the flashlight gets a hidden person illuminated in their beams, they shout ” <Name> – Follow the red barn trail!” and the person that got caught has to follow the person with the flashlight. This is when the game gets fun. The people who are still hiding have to sneak up behind the guy with the flashlight, and tap the person who is caught to free them. If the person with the flashlight turns around at just the right minute, they can catch the person trying to free their captive. Eventually, the person with the flashlight gets a train of people, and as soon as the person at the back of the train is free, they touch the person in front of them, and so on, and then the whole train is free. Then everyone has to scatter and hope they don’t get caught again. The game is over when the person who is it catches everyone. We played this game every night after that, but not as late because we didn’t want to get drenched again.
We did plenty more things in Iowa, even went to a Music Man festival, but nothing will compare to the fun we had outside that small mansion/large house while playing that game. All the members of the choir have graduated now, but we still remain great friends, and whenever we have sleepovers or get together, if it’s dark, the game is played. I tried to find a picture of the mansion home, but it got sold and turned into a private home, so I couldn’t find a picture no matter how hard I looked. So, this post will have to be a boring block of text, I’m sorry. 😀