Ok, pre-warning, this is a long one. While I was camping in the refugee camp that was BW Campgrounds at Rhythm in Vines we were situated next to some prettysweet cats from Auckland (and by cats, I don't mean 'meow' animal cats, I mean cool, nice people). Now, by situated, I mean, the 'flap' of our tent was touching the 'flap' of their tent (wow-chicka-wow-wow), and by 'flap' I think I mean fly sheet, but 'flap' is a funny word so I shall leave it in here......anywho........Hence the 'refugee' comment earlier, as, upon arrival to our three night abode we were told to "Just find a spot". Seemed simple enough..except! upon further investigation we discovered that pretty much the only spot left was a 2m by 2m square infront of these prettysweet cats. Right. Scene set. Naturally, in preperation for the Rhythm in the Vineyard there was drinking involved, usually in the form of vodka, with a little Jager for good luck. Far more naturally, more often than not we would find ourselves combining our forces with the 'cats' at the other side of our 'flap'. This proved to be far more of an advantage to us as they were the most sorted campers in the campground. They had everything you could possibly need, even down to pre-prepared gin and tonics! Compare that with the three girls on my side of the 'flap' who were sleeping on pencil thin foam in a two person tent that took us multiple hours to construct, and was still not constructed properly. Fun times were had. The more alcohol consumed the funnier the times. More prettysweet friends came to visit and joined in the fun. Food was had (see mum!, how sensible I am, eating and drinking!)....punch was made.....cameras came out.....stories were told....more punch was had......video cameras came out.....mock documentaries were made from the unecessary stories aka confessions that only come out when you are at that 'truth serum' stage of drunken-ness. For example someone admitted that they had a very small 'sword', this is obviously an extreme example. Everyone has little secrets that they don't tell anyone, or find themselves in awkward situations that they tend to never discuss again from pure embarressment if it should come out. It could be something small like, how when I broom the house I put on 'Be thankful for what you've got' by William DeVaugh. I groove around the house, with the broom as my microphone. I sing at the top of my lungs: “Just be thankful for what you‘ve got, Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac, Diamond in the back, sunroof top, Diggin‘ the scene, With a gangsta lean“(bet you didn't know I was rocking out this morning Anna) And by rocking out, I mean, I was a female version of William DeVaugh. Shoulders and facial expressions were involved, plus I had my slippers on so I was sliding round the house with grace and ease. Now this information aka confession, is unnecessary for you to know about me, but I bet you are smiling, and those of you who know me are proberly in fits of laughter. If my flatmate walked in on me doing that I can imagine he would lose it, that or, more likely have a look of awe at my natural rhythm in dance, cause man can I move ;) So, I would like everyone to share their unnecessary confessions so I can laugh at you, remembering my example is minor. Spread some cheer, confess, and let us laugh at your sillyness.
