Revival

Kids, the noon hot yoga session is canceled today as nostalgia for an era when lunch was Lunch (i.e. an event) reigns supreme. Get out of your spandex and into your "Sunday's finest" for gin, oysters and steak.  Enjoy.  Your grandfather would be proud.

One Year

The two founders of Kamp Koop celebrated one year of krazy with the kids last night with original recipe Kamp Koop Kay-sedillas!  Huzzah!

Flight Status

The buses leave for the National Air and Space Museum at 7:00PM.  Be prompt and wear your finest bomber jacket.  Pop Party to follow upon return at Kamp B. Hill North.

FistFights

Shall be taken out back behind the dumpsters

Full-ish

Happy Hour dinner specials are a racket: one is served just enough food to remain hungry, at which point happy hour ends and the foolish patron finds the bison burger the only satiating menu option, meaning one is forced to purchase an appetizer and a regular priced entree when the entree alone would have been enough sustenance in the first place.  This is as bad as or worse than the hidden overdraft fees charged by Bank of America.  And fattening.  Bummer.

If it Flies, It Dies

The kids at Kamp Koop enjoyed an afternoon of gun toting good fun this past Sunday.  Shots were fired and birds fell. They fell down. The "de facto" winner of the day was Maury.  Though his dismal skeet score in no way reflected his handicap (based solely on a sliding scale of charismatic chutzpah), his gray-scale garb, pumpkin slaying skills and dexterous verbosity (we now have a name for kounselor post-skeet kocktails: apres-skeet) won the adoration of the masses.


Mo, This Bud's for you