Settle in for a long one. I have a couple of stories for you. Okay, so here's one . . .
It's last month, we're hosting the Agape Festival in Greenville, Illinois. (I'm using the historical present to give the story a more urgent feel and to propel the reader right into the narrative along with me.) We have been given the title "M.C." though it is commonly spelled "emcee." Thus we are, for all intents and purposes "M.C. LOST AND FOUND," the houseboys of all the housies who are "in the field" at the event. But that's all just set-up for the following.
So anyway, Reality Check has just finished their set and Seven Day Jesus is up next with Third Day in the on-deck circle. There's a ton of confusion as various stage guys are dragging around cords and amps and M-Dogg and G-Catt (that's us, your houseboys MC LOST AND FOUND) are trying to hold the attention of the audience by running through some sing-alongs. Finally, the word is passed over to us that the band is ready. So, standing at the ready at their respective microphones and instruments are the members of the band Seven Day Jesus.
Michael turns to the crowd of 2,000 gathered and shouts into his microphone "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome THIRD DAY!"
There is utter silence. Michael looks around. He realizes his mistake and tries to correct it but the super-efficient sound guys have turned off his mic. The band begins to play. M-Dogg humbly retreats to the wings and plans how exactly to word his apology.
Later in the month of May (I was strolling through the park one day), we were psyched to participate in the annual Spring Fling at Camp Calumet in New Hampshire. For those of you unfamiliar with New Hampshire, it's essentially halfway to Germany. We had a great time, but while we were there somebody swiped my slinky. Ordinarily this would not be a big deal since Walmart always has slinkys (slinkies?). However, there are at least two places on earth where there are no Walmarts: Maumee, Ohio and Frankfurt, Germany. Fortunately I was able to locate them on the entryway display at my local Toys R U. Toys R Me? Toys R Yous? Spiel ist Vie? Nevermind. Suffice it to say, I found a slinky within 2 hours of leaving for Germany, so the Calumet staff is off the hook.
But wait, there's still more! After those two events we headed for Germany. We were treated to fun, fact-filled travels with our good friend Christian Utpatel. He drove us all over the country; he set up bunches of concerts; he presented the toilet bowl at the national youth gathering. (I'm just going to leave it at that and let you imagine the details. No matter what you come up with, it won't hold a candle to the actual event!) We spent ten days in the Fatherland, and found out the following facts:
- Germans drive really fast and are obsessed with traffic news
- Germans eat a lot of bread, cheese, and sausage
- Germans have the most unusual and interesting youth events we have ever seen
- Germans are people with whom we are (as these fine photos prove)
Telling our stories would take a long time and would not do justice to our trip. So below is what you might call a photo essay. This is how I can become a prolific writer. You've got to figure, if each one's worth a thousand words, well . . .
The Berliners brought their own Ricola noisemakers
Have you ever heard of "O-h-i-o?"
The friendliest German of all! Our pal Christian
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