And away we go....
Grapplecamp 5 starts in T-minus 8 and a half hours. Felicia, Emily and I spent a bunch of time today planning the first day in detail and sketching out the rest of the week. Thus, what will happen is what always happens: Nothing will go according to plan and we will be improvising the entire time. I'm not complaining. That's part of what makes it fun. And weirdly, it also improves my confidence in my grappling, teaching, and leadership abilities, because if everything went according to plan, then things would be pretty easy, and the trained hamsters we got for camp could do a heck of a lot more for us.
It's a great time. And we are working on making things more efficient and planning for longevity. It's all very exciting.
Almost as exciting as my evening yesterday. After a fantastic Grapple Girls tournament, during which I saw some pretty crazy grappling, Renee and Heather, two Toronto locals who are friends of the camp and sometime campers, took me and some of the other out-of-towners to a restaurant called the Firkin and Church Mouse (and if that doesn't sound Canadian, I don't know what does. Except for guys with names like Blair, Shane, and Remy) and then to a cross-dressing show at a bar whose name escapes me (I have a receipt from some drinks I bought, but the receipt is across the room and I don't feel like getting up right now).
It was a fantastic night. Heavenly Heights, Teran, and Nicolette were the evening's entertainment, and entertain they did. There were costume changes, lip-synching, obscene finger and mouth gestures, and even an almost-altercation between me and the least attractive, most irritated entertainer. She was angry b/c I was texting while she was doing her act, but I was texting myself details of the evening so I could share them with my dear readers. She seemed to be okay with that, and even spelled her name to be sure I got it.
It was fun to be part of that group of "lesbian ninjas," as HH called us. Thanks to Heather and Renee for the great time! And to all the ladies who came out (pun obviously intended) for some sparkly, sequiny, sexually muddled fun. I hope the members of the group who were a little traumatized are recovered sufficiently to start camp TOMORROW!