Yesterday was a chill and successful day. The sound system and arrangement of the clubroom has stayed the same; kids have become aware that the arrangement will remain and so they race to the front of the room in order to get a good seat.
Program put on my favorite club of all: 80s. Mom, your hot pink skiing jumpsuit was a big hit. Even while I was on stage playing music, I kept getting hoots and hollers from different kids in the audience. It is pretty sweet if I do say so myself. I wore that with some tennis shoes, headband and my Raybans. I don’t think I stopped moving and grooving (I was cutting up a rug, even while I was busing tables) from 5pm until about 11 that night. Yes, this morning I woke up sore. But it was so worth it. So epic. And the kids loved it. To get kids pumped, Aisea came on stage dressed as his character, Bubba Rub, after he had been publically dissed by Brett’s character, Philip. He needed inspiration when LO AND BEHOLD, our camp speaker’s, “Smittie”, sillouhette came onto the screen complete with a cardboard cutout flat top. It was probably the most hilarious thing program has done thus far…in my opinion.
We played a couple 80s songs and had some Billy Jean bass lines pumping as they entered. Although Brett didn't play these, he's still doing an excellent job on the bass via keys! Throughout practice and set up we were quasi freaking out because we couldn’t get the songs down and kept having some technical difficulties with the keys. When those kids poured into the room in their spandex and metallic fits, we didn’t even have to worry about it. Who knew that “Livin’ on a Prayer” would be so popular and so well known? We wrapped it up with the classic “Don’t Stop Believing” (which I still abhor, but it’s all for the kids). The second set included “Wabare Yesu” and “Fools Rush In” which Sea and I did acoustically to calm the kids down. I teared up when I looked down and saw the girls in the front row really worshiping with their hands up high as they sang “Fools Rush In.” So filling.
All of this fun prepared the kids for the Sin Talk, and our speaker. After the message hit some kids hard, we finished up the night with karaoke and a dessert bar. Dang, high school kids really love karaoke. The club room was packed full with screaming teenagers belting their little hearts out.
Skits went well. We played Musical Boys which is musical chairs, but we used boys as chairs while girls paraded around them and competed for a spot on their laps….yes there was pushing, yes there was shoving. I need to take some snaps of Sea and Brett in their costumes….they’re riiiiidiculous. I also need to take pics of Brett and I in our dining hall costumes. Jaja and Lady are huge hits…I’m so disgusting and happy that I surprise and scare myself. It’s way fun.
I love building relationships with these kids through the characters that I play and the songs I sing. We’re kind of looked at like the “rock stars” here, but it’s so nice that kids find us approachable; as I walk through any hallway and any door of the hotel I can always count on hearing, “RAY RAY!!” Yesterday, as I was parading and roboting through the dining hall in my pink 80s jumpsuit I got kis to dance with me Molly Ringwald style as they were walking through the buffet line for food. What was even better is that I got one section of the dining hall to belt out Aha’s “Take on Me.”
The other day, Brett and I hosted the Leader’s Challenge, which was kind of like and Entertainment night, but more of a game show. We came out, Brett dressed as his 8-year-old Philip kid, and I was a 3 year-old baby in my pink onesie complete with puppy dog feet. I didn’t talk at all, I more so imitated one of the CUTE CUTE babies here at camp, Cecil. I ran around while I was attached to Brett by a leash, and played ball with kids and cried when they took it away from me. I also stared into the faces of many campers and spontaneously picked my nose like many little ones do. I wish I could have filmed the reactions when I pretended to eat it…
The team has been really intentional about having devos to fill our spirits and I love that. We are able to come together stronger as a team and family on stage because we process and pray together. We are constantly reminding each other of our intentions here, and we keep each other accountable when it comes to seeking Him on our own.
The kids went off to the water park today. Supposedly there is a slide that has a double loop—you stand incase in a pod with your arms crossed when the floor beneath you collapses like a trap door and you fall straight down into this water tunnel with no light and go soaring through the slide at about 40km/hr. FREAKISH. We didn’t have to go if we didn’t want to. And so I am sitting in my hotel room writing to you, snuggled up and ready to watch a few movies, read my Bible and take several naps. Absolutely glorious. I am one of about five that stayed behind to rest; many went to the water park, to downtown Innsbruck, hit the slopes, etc.
We are coming on the tail end of camp. After day one and two things kind of slowed down, but once 80s club was over, things are all downhill. Please, please pray for our strength and energy. Every one of us on the program team woke up with the sniffles and Aisea keeps losing his voice. I’m jumped onto that wagon with him this morning and I definitely felt it while we were practicing Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA”—dang, its so my guilty pleasure, but I can only sing it in folsetto now. We are tying that song into a super grooving medley. The mandolin has been used a lot—I’m really, really glad that I brought it. In our sets, it imitates the sound of an electric guitar in reggae music. Legit.
Tonight, we will play “Deal or No Deal” at dinner. My humped and hideous character will play the banker…which means only my silouhette will show and it’s going to be funny. We’re trying to rig some sort of Austin Powers spoof that’s much cleaner. Something like a cist popping on my hump complete with puss squirting as if I’m a whale breeching. Haaaaa.
That’s a wrap! For now..Much love.
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