Winter Retreat 2006 with my youth group=weirdnessosity...
First we're joking around about the really non-existent but still jokingly-made fun of thing that my friend is obsessed with this girl in my youth group, and while I joked a bit I never went too far with it, and he laughed along with us, but then the tables turned on ME!
Anyway, throughout the 3 days I was there, someone kept saying "ooo Chicken Soup strike one!" and then "strike TWO!" and finally when I got to "strike three" I asked what in the world he meant and he said "I'm counting the 'strikes' between you and (insert name here)" I asked what he meant THEN and he said the first two were when it was dark and the girl and I were at the bottom of this huge tubing hill and while nothing really happened, when they (my entire youth group almost) saw me as a slave, carrying up her tube (she dumped it on me as she walked by...) when I reached the top they all smirked and went "Aaawww... CS is so nice" and it was embarrassing... I suppose I learned that even if your friends laugh along at the small jokes made at them and find them to be funny you're not supposed to tell them because the tides will turn in someone else's favor.
The weirdest part is that I'm like 2.2 years older, but if you didn't do the math you'd think I was 3 years older
, and thats not including THIS:
Girl: that was AWESOME!
Me (and I'm 30 feet to the right): yeah.. I think I busted my knee on that shard of ice...
(girl's friend walks by, walking back up the hill)
Girl's friend: What are you guys doing down here? Getting "down to business?"
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And that is just wrong. Then again, her friend was public schooled