A St Simon's Weekend

I got to help chaperone the middle school kids from St. G's this weekend on a trip to St. Simon's Island (sweet!). We used the Preston beach house and spent the majority of our time at the beach.

We got there Friday night. I played Once Upon a Time storytelling card game with whoever wanted to play with me, and we came up with some awesome stories.

The first one, I just pulled out a random four cards and an ending. It was my example story of what kind of stuff we could come up with and how the whole thing worked. This is what I got:

There once was a child who was cursed with ugliness, but it was okay because she was very happy. However, her family was distraught with the ugliness so they sought to end the curse. They went to a witch who turned her into a wolf. But it did not work, so they ate her at the feast and it was delicious.

The best story told was about a fat, well-to-do cook (but he didn't work for the king, he was just well-to-do) who was out of firewood. He couldn't go chop any because it was illegal in this world to chop firewood, and he couldn't sneak it either because of the tower-with-a-laser.

So, the cook went to his parents to ask for their advice and they told him about a little place that the laser tower couldn't find him and he could chop wood freely. He did and everything was great until he ran out.

Eventually he found out about this place that had an awesome magical forest that was in a cave somewhere, but it was guarded by a giant sleeping witch. So the cook went to go get some firewood. Amazing and awesome ninja-like things happened (I'm shady on the details) and the cook fought the witch, knocking her unconscious by making her run her head into one of the magical trees inside the cave (by the way, the trees are sentient magical mushrooms that grew a barrier around themselves because the elves--who are now extinct--had enslaved them).

He gathered this firewood and began going home, where he was attacked by a happy insane dwarf. The cook killed the dwarf, who was the last of his kind, and ate him. When the cook arrived home, he took the magical wood and speared it through the tower where--lo and behold-- the extinct elves lived! And he exterminated all of them. Everyone was happy.

When the cook returned to the magical cave, the sentient mushrooms had left. But he was not worried because the laser was gone and he was free to chop wood throughout the land.

I will be honest, this is not the whole story. I can't remember it all. I don't even remember what Ending Card we had. I do know that I gave you the extremely abbreviated version of the back-story about the magic mushrooms being enslaved and all that.

The rest of the weekend involved a lot of beach-tastic fun. I made a face in the sand, met a puppy-dog who wanted me to pet her but was too shy to ask, and also helped the kids build one of the biggest sandcastles they had built as of yet.

I also took the boys on a scenic route by accident when I was trying to drive us back to the beach house. We ended up in a fancy pretentious neighborhood that had no signs to indicate what road you were on. We were told eventually when neighborhoods that do that, it means something along the lines of "if you have to ask, you don't belong."

Bah. Pretentious pricks.

While we were lost, we all had an in-depth conversation about the zombie apocolypse. I found out that everyone expects to be able to acquire a double-barrel shot gun and never run out of bullets. When I asked what would happen if they ran out of bullets, they informed me they would simply "go buy some more."

Ah me. Those kids.

 This is me when I wake up in the morning. Everyone thought it was funny and kept calling me "Mary."Then they took a picture. All I wanted were pancakes.

 Our AMAZING castle that we all worked on together. It is AMAZING.