The final evening was probably my favourite of all the evenings, though it is really difficult to decide between them because I always end up having so much fun.
I headed home with my friends Mylie and Milly, and we had great fun eating dominoes and salted caramel brownies (IKR!!!) and played with one of the new snapchat filters, sending one another the most unattractive videos of us singing Disney songs. We all got pretty overhyped and couldn't stop laughing, and actually walked into the guidepost site singing the Tigger song!
We sat in the tent for a bit and because it was the last night pretty much everyone came so we had a really nice group, and I was still pretty hyper so I couldn't stop laughing but that was ok because neither could anyone else really!
Then the speaker started and her story was absolutely amazing! Like on Monday, I'm not going to go into a lot of detail about it because I don't feel like it is my story to tell and I don't really have a right to, but basically what happened was this lady's brother worked in the army and hit an unexploded mine when digging trenches somewhere in north America. The speaker and her mother were both rushed to north America, and because the speaker was at this point a nurse, she knew that when she was told that her brother had lost both his legs it would be very unsure s to whether he would survive. However, she went to the chapel in the church and she felt God spoke to her through a great warm feeling and a sudden assurance that everything would be ok - and everything was.
After she finished speaking and people asked her some questions, we went onto the main part of the evening which was band night. The people from the ark tent and main tent bands had come together to play some songs in various different groups. My favourite bit is when they play 500 miles by The Proclaimers, because everyone knows the chorus and we were all just screaming out the chorus and shouting out the dadaladadas and we formed our very own little mosh pit.
Then, because my friend Greta and I were literally the only people dancing, someone from main stage (who was also the only one dancing) came over and we all danced together in the middle of the crowd! They then performed an absolutely amazing version of Feeling Good, which some incredible vocal performances where they hit notes I couldn't even dream of every hitting!
And then because when you're at guidepost you can't escape it, Greta and I went to play ninja again with some new friends outside the tent, which was a lot of fun and I actually stayed in longer than I expected to!
And then it was time for the other planned activity of the evening, something that we'd been told about and my friend Mylie and I had stupidly signed up for, and the reason that I had brought a change of clothes that day - a game of gunge roulette.
The idea of the gunge roulette is that in the gunge tank (that's right, main stage have a TANK for their gunging - makes the ark tent's paddling pool look tame!), there are 8 strings hanging down from the ceiling and you have to decide which one to pull. Three of them are attached to gunge and 5 are safe, and it is impossible to know which is which.
We were able to sign up on our own or in groups which was lucky, so Mylie, her sister and myself all went in a group together. In total there were 8 groups or singles (hence the 8 strings) and we were all given a random number. Our group number was 5. Then the numbers were picked out of a hat to see who would go first. The first person was number 7, they went in and pulled one of the safe strings.
The second person was number 8, and they went in a pulled a string that gunged them in yellow gunge. However, they were standing in the centre of the tank and the gunge came out on the left hand side, so they were made to step into it as the gunge was coming out in order for it to count as a proper gunging.
I can't remember who went next, but there was another gunging, this time coming from the right hand side and it was bright orange and two more safe strings were pulled.
Then it was our turn. We'd been told that the last gunging left was by far the biggest, and we knew there were only 2 safe strings left so we weren't really in a good position.
The worst thing about it was probably initially getting into the tank. It doesn't get cleaned everyday, and so we were basically standing in a cabinet of everything that had been used to gunge people that week. It smelt like sick and we were standing in a pool up to our ankles of God only knows what. Yuck.
And then we reached up to pull a string, forgetting that it was one that had already been pulled and so we got all of the left over orange gunge all over us. However, this didn't actually count because it had already been pulled, so we'd been gunged for no reason. So we chose a different string, one hanging at the front of the tank, and the countdown started. My friend Mylie pulled the string and....
Of course we got the worst gunging of them all. It was bright green and reeked and covered us all head to toe! Actually, I am lying a bit, it didn't get my hair, but I just couldn't believe it! I must be the only person in the world stupid enough to volunteer for TWO gunges in ONE week!!!!
Although, that wasn't even the very worst bit would you believe. I stepped out of the gunge tank and there was a large plastic cloth covering and protecting the stage, but it was already wet from the other gunges, and my foot was wet too.
I felt my foot slipping, knew that I was falling, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on my bum on the stage covered in gunge! There was this huge collective gasp, and I wasn't hurt or anything, I actually completely fine but everyone was really shocked. I got up and went to go get changed, leaving with my dignity intact - possibly (but then no one has any dignity at guidepost, it's kind of a rule!). I like to go out with bang, and this time it was quite literal. I'm still at the stage of finding it hilarious and not embarresing - yet!
It does give my friends (who already knew I was clumsy) license to mock me for the rest of my life however, which I'm sure is something I'll look forward to!
By the time I had changed and was slightly more presentable again (although smelling disgusting) my mum was waiting for me and I had to go. I was in a bit of a rush to get out so I didn't really say goodbye to anyone, but I'm hoping I'll see them at the final service and the official official end to guidepost on Sunday! Until then, I'm not allowing myself to get upset over the ending of guidepost at all.
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