Well, well, what can you say when you walk in to Ben Edmiston’s house and Jason Dolan shoves a zucchini with a rope attached in to your hands and tells you to tie it around your waist? Oh yeah, it was time for the tie-the-zucchini-around-your-waste-run-around-the-porch-and-dunk-it-in-a-glass-of-water game. Megan Frelich, you were doomed to fail.

Apparently I was the only one to bring his/her song binder. Yes, we did it, we sang the King’s Song. Gorgeous. That with the homemade Snicker’s ice cream, funny hats, and good brothers and sisters we had a blast.

In the end it was Mace, Bekah, Ben, Rachel, and myself reminiscing about Mace falling asleep in Seremban while Bekah poured her soul out to us, Rachel hated “Kha Prawinya Nam,” Mace getting sick while on the bus ride to Singapore and listening to Sam tell stories the whole way about his times on the ranch, Katherine’s meticulously detailed journal entries, terrifying monkeys, shoes being washed in Bangkok, “Um Mace, some one is not singing the not-right note,” I going to the shower in my underwear, Bangkok cold showers, busted toes and teeth and pussey ears, durian and fish sauce in the luggage, how we decided to go on the trip, and many more moments. I’m left with only a few words:

Give it to me daddy. Shweet!