You ordered that, right?
It’s Camp Halloweekend: a magical place in Texas where you’ll do those things and then some other things—booking now for, yes, Halloween weekend.
It looks like this. And you might expect a day there to unfold thusly:
9:21am: Hop off top bunk (hell yeah there’re bunks). Let out morning groan. Require coffee.
9:35am: Off to the mess hall with cabinmates for breakfast.
10:10am: Someone suggests morning kayaking. You oblige.
11:07am: Return to shore. Feel a strong impulse to shoot a bow and arrow. March briskly toward archery course.
12:52pm: Hear music. Investigate. Be directed to “Parthenon.”
1:06pm: Arrive. Feel slight disappointment at surrounding architecture.
1:07pm: Bob head rhythmically. Acquire beer.
3:52pm: Relax by the bay as you consider a future in archery.
8:23pm: Convene with friends at outdoor cinema for horror movie marathon.
8:25-11:45pm: Sip bourbon. Be frightened. Repeat.
12:35am: Head to dance party. Or off for a good night’s sleep.
... Or head to dance party.