This place is magical.

The more time I spend at Greystone, the more I see God's blessing over the whole thing - and the serious generosity that the directors have. Mainly, Jimboy and Margaret (the family that owns the camp - 4th generation!). They love the counselors and try to do everything within their power to make us excited and happy so we can then go love on the campers to make them excited and happy.

The campers aren't even here yet and I've already had the time of my life. I don't know how God could make this any better. 

Throughout this week we've been doing normal staff training things - meetings about this, that, and the other thing. But sprinkled throughout were lip-syncs, AWESOME food, and a nice with ice cream and Pitch Perfect. The accommodations are more than fantastic and genuinely, I just can't believe this place is real sometimes. 

To prove this point further, tonight we picked money out of a trashcan. Casual. 
We started the night with dinner and dessert at the owner's house (catered by Hubba Hubba) and then had a mad dash Amazing Race type competition that had camp activities with counselor responsibilities mixed in. Afterwards, the winners got cash - cold hard money. And after that, they said that everyone was getting a chance to dip into this trashcan that had $1, $5, $10, $20, $50, and $100 bills in there! Multiple of all! It was surreal. One by one, all 120+ counselors, leaders, and men staff got their turn to dip in. I got a $20! 

They are spoiling us, and it is awesome. My guess is that they know the hard (but so fun!) summer that lies ahead and want to love on us. Who knows. 

Seriously people. What kind of camp is this. 

Miscommunication. The story of my life.

I would really love to be one of those people who always knows where they are going, what time they have to be there, and what to bring. Unfortunately, no matter the amount of preparation, God humbles me every time.

Before school last year, my sister Caitlin and I wanted to attend our Penn State local chapter before-school picnic! We were nervous about going but built up the courage and ventured to the picnic together. We decided to do a drive-by first to see how many people we there and through that, it looked bleak. Hardly any cars. We decided to stop and go inside the Elk Club it was at and after wandering around for a solid 15 minutes, figured it had been cancelled. Sad day.
Then I decided to check out the email again they sent us and realized the picnic was the next day... light bulb moment of realization. Woops.

And this happens way more than it should.

A few weeks later Caitlin and I were at a concert for Gavin Degraw and decided to look up other concerts that were happening that year. We saw Brian Regan was coming to State Theater and immediately bought tickets on my phone! SO EXCITED. The day of the show her and I got all pretty and walked to State Theater to see people pouring out of the theater. We came to the conclusion that maybe there was two shows in a row... but something was off. Again, being the brilliant people we are, we more closely examined our tickets. They were for the State Theater. In New Jersey.

Now to my morning.
I tweet my camp all excited I'm coming! They favorite it and I travel the mere 15 minutes to camp (something I planned so I wouldn't have to worry about traffic). I arrive at camp at 8 am and the gate is closed. Not good. I use my brain and modern technology and tweet at the camp that I'm at the gate! They tweet back I don't have to be there til noon.
Oi vey.

My life. I could have sworn I read I had to be there by 9 am! I must have made that up in my mind. Bah. Oh well.

Gave me time to right this blog post. That's a plus.