Alright… this weekend is the weekend I’ve been waiting for. It’s been a year in the making, but, finally, it’s here. It’s fishing derby time, boys and girls!!!

A bit of background: I volunteer at all the work events for my dad’s union. So when I say the fishing derby is the event of the season, I mean it! The fishing derby is not exactly volunteer work. C, one of the organizers, needed some people to cook, so he asked my best friend to help out. When she found out the night time is comprised of campfire sing-a-longs she knew I had to go. To entice us even more, C rents an RV and lets us use it for the weekend. In return, we cook for the fisherpeople. A pretty good bargain if you ask me.

This is the third year that I’ve gone to the fishing derby and the first year where I’ll actually fish at it (what a concept!). But fishing and cooking aside, there’ll be a rip-roaring party every night we’re there. There will be many-a-story about the fishing derby, hopefully some of them are PG enough to make it into a blog. Otherwise, all the poor saps at work will have to hear about it, yet again. Sorry guys! 🙂