contests at camp

There is some kind of outdoor camp competition every afternoon, and everyone gathers to watch. There was a contest where the children were finding their love matches. There were garlands on a table to the side for the four finalist boys to give their girlfriends. Just when it was getting hard to sit still, the white goat fell off the bleachers, staggered a couple yards, and took off running toward the flowers. The black goat came out of the woods at a gallop, center stage, and they chomped for a while, as the boys stopped acting romantic and got switches from the bushes. The The goats often interrupt concerts, wander into the dining hall or my cabin, as I’m sleeping. The kids love them, in the way that one loves a goat, and try to make the black goat head-butt them. He doesn’t do it too hard, even when he really wants to eat my soap. There are also a lot of large bunnies and chickens that live under some of the cabins.

But, back to the afternoon contests: the last one I saw was a Miss Lager (Lager = camp) contest. Because there is nothing funnier to people here than boys/men dressed as girls/women, it was a drag Miss Lager contest. The contestants were boys wearing shocking short skirts and water balloons. They chose identities and said a little rhyme about themselves, just like the real girls. Alyosha, who managed to strut for short distances in 4-inch heels, chose to be Susan from America. Should I be flattered?