Ick-phoos.

Yes, I went to Ichthus this year. I could never possibly hope to detail it in such riveting fashion as Mr. Acheson, so I'll just link you to his amazing narrative of the most weekend-like day ever. Indeed, it's hard to believe that the whole thing was almost exactly 24 hours, including the 5 hours in the car.
Can I just say that Wilmore in June resembles the Sahara (Trey's observation, but quite true). I'm such a genius that I packed 2 t-shirts (both dark-colored), 2 pairs of jeans, a pair of sweatpants, and 2 freaking sweatshirts. Then we got to Wilmore in the afternoon yesterday, and it felt like it was over 100 degrees. On the other hand, Trey, Lauren, and Atch all complain that it was freezing last night. Admittedly, once I left the campfire, it was a little chilly, but those three are exaggerating, I slept warm and cozy on the hard ground.
A few other memorable items:

• The freaking sweet instruments: the sitar from Poor Man's Riches, and the keytar and Guitar Hero controller that Crowder had.


• The way that everything just barely fit in LFD's car (as Atch calls it, the buddamimdedoubleyou).


• The lunch meat sandwiches, delicately placed in 12 grains of goodness. Not to mention the food that LFD thought was gross, but actually tasted delicious. Leading, of course, to the best line of the entire trip: "After all the lunchmeat we've been through?!?!"


• The way my 6-person, 2-room tent looked absolutely pathetic, forcing us to tie it to the ground with string and bungee cords.


• Having Dr. Pepper come out my nose at Wendy's when Atch used the word "fpoon." Seriously, it was hilarious to me.


• LFD forcing me to accompany her across the freaking campgrounds to roast a marshmallow at the campfire of the only people daring enough to have open flames ("It's against the rules, don't light one, but I don't want a fire, but the handbook says...")


• The iPod shuffley challenge. Basically, Atch makes a playlist of songs on someone's iPod, and then we all compete to see who can name the artist and song title first. It got a bit intense. For example, you'd hear one chord, and Lauren and I both would start screaming "Duhh... umm... DAVID CROWD-NO-THIRD EYE BLIND... uhhhh... jufdsho!!!", competing for points (I lost 3 out of the 4 rounds).


• Constantly being reminded by Chris that it wasn't a weekend, it was a freakin' Thursday.


• The hefty guy next to me who David Crowder told me to wrap my arms around, and the terrible stench that lingered on that sweatshirt thereafter.


• Losing our voices to the chorus of "You are my joy"

I could go on and on, but it might start to get a bit ridiculous. And alas...

Live big, stay classy.