Serendipity Park Reality Show? Maybe…

I’m not sure I’ve ever been a part of something that fills me with as much positive energy as this past weekend. I think most of us are still walking around on clouds. The good will was palpable, contagious, and permeated every inch of this wonderful place.

Television producers Kinga Philipps and Johnny Bell spent their first weekend here at The Dip. Not only did they seemingly have a great time, they left as beloved members of our family. I know I speak for most everyone here when I say that.

Ok, the serious part of this post is officially over. It’s time to move onto my trying to capture the fun that was this weekend. Activities included naked slip n’ sliding, Christmas caroling, karaoke, astronomy, painting a man’s nipples orange after he passed out… pretty much the usual and probably much like your own weekends at home.

I’m going to break a little rule of mine and publish some pictures of the happenings inside the park. Partly because my words won’t do it justice, and partly because I still can’t feel my brain.

If you haven’t guessed by now, there’s a potential reality show in the works and I can think of none that would be more entertaining. On Friday and Saturday, we laughed more than I can recall. On Sunday, I don’t know what everyone else did. I sat in my recliner and drooled on my remote control.

With that, let’s see some pics.

Here’s Johnny and Kinga setting up in the sun for Gina’s interview.

Here’s them all regretting that decision shortly thereafter.

Here’s me content with our decision to shoot the remaining interviews in the shade.

This is Johnny and Kinga laughing at the story of the time Stuart temporarily blinded me. And also Mike’s elbow.

Gus was there and playing the air piano we got him for Christmas.

Fergie was on vocals.

Manny was just sitting back and enjoying the show.

This is Mike shortly before he climbed naked up a tree and cut down a limb. Later he would explain that wasn’t a good idea.

This is me explaining to Johnny where aliens come from.

The interviews took most of the day, though some activities were shot. Like Mike in a tree naked, for example. Later that evening, we started to cut loose a little, a long-standing tradition here at Serendipity Park.

This is Johnny getting into the swing of things.

This is Johnny well into the swing of things. (If you’re wondering why I have paint all over me, it’s because I hugged Gus after we painted his nipples. Duh.)

This is our new boy band, Johnny and the Sacs-a-phones.

 

This is Kinga singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. I’d have never pegged her as a baritone.

It was the first of 2 great nights. Regrettably, much of the next day’s shoots weren’t caught by our photographer, Mike, because he was busy naked slip ‘n’ sliding or trying to mount Manny’s inflatable killer whale in the pool. Like I said before, just your average weekend activities. But he was able to get some stuff.

This is Stuey finally getting an opportunity to sit down and do his interview.

Here he is reiterating one of the most flawless and brilliant definitions of quantum physics I have ever heard, to which I replied, I like boobs.

This is Moon doing what Moon does, and that’s having everyone doubling over from laughter while trying to keep their spleens from rupturing.

This is Gus wearing a hat I plan on stealing from him.

Later that night, Stuey would masterfully command the DJ booth after coordinating the entire day’s events. He’s unbelievable. There’s nothing more to say.

This is Kinga capturing shiny, happy people holding hands on the dance floor.

But that didn’t last too long.

Just off the dance floor, I’m reciting some of my haikus to Johnny.

Then because he seemed bored, I did this, which looks considerably cooler and more athletic than it did in real life.

Most of us were also able to get some photo opportunities with our newfound family members.

This is Gina and Kinga after a long, but very fun couple of days.

This is Mike, Gina’s husband, naked tree-trimmer, and photographer extraordinaire.

This is a Kinga sandwich on white bread.

This is Moon, still doing what Moon does.

And this is the self-proclaimed happiest man in the world.

To echo many of our sentiments, whatever happens from here is irrelevant. Whether or not The Dip becomes a show, this past weekend will be emblazoned in our memories for the rest of our lives.

We’d all like to send a sincere thank you to Kinga Philipps and Johny Bell, two of our newest favorite people. They didn’t just document the experience, they became a part of it. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.