Instagram, it’s no secret that I have been somewhere weird this week. I was at grown-up summer camp.
Not adult summer camp, because if you call it adult summer camp, everyone assumes it’s an orgy. People still kind of half think it’s an orgy even if you call it grown-up summer camp, but less so.
Camp Throwback isn’t an orgy. It’s like kid summer camp, but with booze and with me as an empowered adult rather than me as a painfully shy, socially awkward, trying-to-fit-in tween. Also, there’s booze. Did I mention the booze?
If you’re like, uh, where do I sign up? You sign up here. You won’t regret it.
Back in my Burning Man days, when you would drive up, the greeters would ask if it was your first time. If you said you had been before, they often said, “Welcome home.” This was my first time at
(the second time it’s been held), but I immediately felt like it was home. Camp Throwback
Or no. Home. The PEOPLE where you can be completely yourself.
I’m in a community of women online, and some of these women I count among my best friends in the world, even though I had never (and in some cases, still haven’t) been in the same room or even time zone with them in person. Anyone who says online friendships aren’t real friendships is full of it. That shit is real.
|I finally got to hug one of my people in the world, this beauty.|
Some other friends were new, and a surprise. I road tripped to camp with my sister, which was fabulous in and of itself. She and I rarely get to spend time together without having to juggle children. To just be for days at a time was rejuvenating. And we met a third sister! I mean, not really. Not, like, a secret love child or whatever. But a woman who is just one of us. And another woman who I didn’t know online at all, whose smile is like sunshine and whose face I can now think of when I’m sad, and it will make me feel better.
|Me and my sis on 80s night!|
|Me and my sister from another mister at the luau.|
|Buy this book.|
I was so intimidated, I literally couldn’t meet her eye when I first walked in. It took me two fizzy sangrias to say hello. By the last day, we were hugging and laughing and I have another friend in the world, a totally bad-ass one.
She made this camp for us, not knowing if people would come. We came. And now it’s our home. Our place. Our people.
|The discarded bra pile. |
|Cabin 1 baby! All about the boob adornment! Predictably, no bra for me.|
I can’t wait to go home again. Back to camp.
|Just call me Katniss.|
|My beautiful sister, letting loose!|
|Hangover remedies. My classic Gatorade plus Chili Dan's Bloody Marys!|
|Home. This is my home.|