Oh dear. Both of you are incorrect. Well, at least some of you are guessing. At least you took some shots. Must be a slow nite, but better than a dead one right?
Reminds me of my youth. Frequently (and during the summer) it would be a "slow" nite about this time of summer; as in, you get all excieted because school is out!







But perhaps 2 weeks in, i'd be totally bored--maybe it had something to do with where i grew up. Perhaps.
I guess when i turned 14, that's when my parents finally got the brite idea to send my lazy, sorry ass to summer camp.

Ah, summer camp! Allow me to reminesce (however you spell it) for just a moment. Wandering thru the woods. Deep in the woods. The campfire. Sitting around the campfire, singing songs off the Beatles White Album after a long hike thru the trails of the Catoctins hills and mountains. Up thru the hills.
Never have i been so hungry in my life, man....i mean
REAL hunger...not the pansy stuff i associate with hunger nowadays. I mean, you'd dig into whatever was available: usually packets of oatmeal. Or trail mix. Trail mix full of seeds, nuts and dried fruits like cranberries, raisins, prunes, and golden fruit. Ah yes, can't remember the name. Golden fruit. Kinda like peaches. Hmmm
Ah well. Sorry, just went wool-gathering for a moment.

Any ideas yet, peoples?