But every Beach Reach season, I look forward to getting drunk.
Pretend drunk, of course. The last training of Beach Reach season is always the night where people who would otherwise never dream of putting a drop of alcohol in their bodies somehow become gleefully eager to act like they've done a keg stand. Myself included. Simulation night is always a thrilling night - not only do you get to put a month's worth of training into practice, but you get to act like a drunk/high/stoned/ect fool and get away with it! Or, in my case, you can act like a drunk Irish/Scottish/Yiddish New Atheist and have all sorts of fun trolling your friends on your least favorite arguments and subjects.
By God's grace, all of us are paid for. We are short one van, but getting the final ride won't be too hard. The evangelism training is complete - now we begin the logistical olympics of gathering luggage, supplies, equipment, a sound system, and more. Please pray that we maintain our cool and Christlike love in the midst of executing a mobilization of a unit of special forces to our island headquarters and coordinate the arrival of other special forces units.
Today was a normal day of work, albeit one with an increasing case of chest congestion and a rather deep, painful cough. Whether or not this gets worse remains to be seen, but I would prefer to go the island physically healthy - if I have to go under the weather, so be it. For now, there is a men's Bible study, and a very special Wednesday.
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