The designing adventures continued at Campit later that night, when we all dressed up in our new fancy new tie-dyed shirts and varous other additions for Campit’s big 30-year anniversary party.
Since 70s and disco were the themes for the night, some of us came up with some pretty outrageous ideas to add to the festivities. Rommel donned a massive Afro wig and tight shorts with “Chicago” on the backside.
Ricardo, of course, couldn’t resist to claim the design as his own and plead his case to the Project Campit Runway crew. I have some concerns, Ricardo, and so does Tim Gunn. This might be Auf Wiedersehn for you…
Watch and see how it turned out!
This past weekend, my friends and I went for one last “Summer fling” to Campit, the gay campground in Saugatuck, MI. It was a short weekend, but it was a lot of fun.
When my friend Kevin showed up to drive me there at 6:30 in the morning, I hadn’t slept at all the night before– partially out of nerves but mostly out of stupidity– and when we loaded up his car, I inadvertently forgot to grab the tension poles for my tent.
So when I arrived at Campit and started unloading my tent, and found no poles… I figured I’d be sleeping in the car.
Luckily, my friends Ricardo and Jeff devised a way for me to still use my tent, and still sleep comfortably.
Here’s Ricardo’s explanation of the thought that went into their creation:
Tomorrow, Ricardo’s costume creation for our friend Rommel at the 70’s Celebration later that night.
This amazingly catchly little 80’s ska ditty is making its way through YouTube like wildfire, and it’s easy to see why. There are lots of people who claim it’s false- saying it was created as a joke in the first place, and isn’t actually from the 1980s at all. There are also claims that no religious program in their right mind would have allowed a band to sing such lyrics as:
Once I tried to run,
I tried to run and hide.
But Jesus came and found me,
and He touched me deep inside.
He is like a mountie,
He always gets his man.
And He’ll zap you any way he can.
But who cares? It’s hysterically funny in a campy sorta way… and you have to love it just for that.
Special thanks to JonPaul of Tasithoughts for sharing this on the Feast of Fools forums.