Daniel's Summer Blog

Operation Lillehammer -- re-opened for consideration and see previous post.
After camp there was family camp. I think family camp involved much more work at the tower for me than camp-camp but it also involved much more cash-money. Plus it was really fun. I met some people who want to move to the 'boro. I met a nice guy who is a mafioso. I saw some garinim kids (not the evil ones). I got packed like a sardine into Jason's car. Thanks, Angela.
Directly after camp I went to rejuvenate my relationship with my stereo and then Abba drove us down to the beach for "beach week." Think of beach week as the antithesis of camp. Let's start culinarily. I ate dairy all week long. It was surprisingly tasty and convenient because the last day we were at the beach was Tisha Ba'av. At the beach I alternated days sleeping the entire day and going down to the beach and building sand castles and getting wet and the like. Due to my ashkenazic (read: excessive) use of sunscreen I was able to avoid getting fried to a crisp in the blazing Carolinian sun. The utter lack of responsibility at the beach was the most cathartic therapy possible after camp. Oh and preseason football started. Yes, yes it did. I will try to keep the football chatter to a minimum here, but no promises. At the beach I went to a rather ghetto waterpark, which had a kiddie section, three slides that you used mats to silde down on and three tube slides. No wave pool. No lazy river. And the acreage involved was about one high-school basketball court. We read Aicha on saturday night, with Nadav and I learning that we could each fake half a chapter passably. We then broke the fast for breakfast the next morning at some really wacky restaurant. Home! at last! More time to do nothing. I hung out with all the people who I was too busy to hang out with at camp because we all had ridiculous jobs to do. Donna hosted a delicious Bar-Bee-Queue which her parents cooked up for her, Sarah, Ilan, Jonathan and me. We also played Boggle (guess who laid the smack down).
School: Classes, new people, old people not having shabbos dinner with 500 people is really nice. Bread machines are unbelievably useful when you do not have an oven. My room is smaller this year, and the view is less than spectacular, but it's quite nice to be in Ziv.
Now that the world is up to speed I can revert to not telling you about my life, but rather the hilarious anecdotes that unfold within it.