Road Trip Pong Beer
I'm glad I had the rugs off the floor after my night in Sandusky, Ohio
It's 2am on a Monday night in the quaint town of Sandusky. Heat the summer sun had calmed down and Lindsay, my girlfriend and I are keeping warm in our store. We set off in a few days ago the journey of his life. We packed up my little Subaru and started to drive to California, where we will live for an indefinite period of time. We should be sleeping, because we have five full days of driving ahead of us. Instead, it is awakened by a drunken sing along to AC / DC 's "Back in Black."
What began as a great night nice, soon became hell. After stopping at a local travel agency, Lindsay and I decided on a camping – the closest and cheapest. As travel more, we realize that we are really in the middle of nowhere. Pulling up the gates, we found a rusty door in poor condition. "In Registry said the little sign.
Inside the small log hut, which apparently served as a store "in general", which sell beer and worms. A man named Paul hands us a map with our camp there. Back in the car we share our ideas excited by campfires, roasted marshmallows and ghost stories. Paul warns us that someone may be in our place. "There is a very old man down there who does not want to move. If he is at his point, you can take any place and adequate, "Paul said.
Indeed, parked in a blue folding chair is an old habit of smoking a cigarette. We decided to drive a little more down the road and park in the middle of the next two campsites. This seems a good place as any. We quickly set up the tent and run back to town to take a sandwiches. In return there is a twenty year old at the campsite next to us. It is a type, how hard can it be?
The campsites all along the line of a river. Lindsay and I take a seat beside the river, dine, and watch the sun as it begins to turn on the water. Our food is interrupted by two jet flying unpleasant loud through the canal. As they pass something the boy crying next to us.
It turns out that the shocks on the skis aircraft were staying with us. "Maybe may not be so bad, "he thought. After a nice dinner and relaxing by the fire, Lindsay and I were ready to go to sleep. Almost as soon as we moved in our shop, the guys next to us started blasting music from his truck. Here is where I have it wrong.
Not only are the inconsiderate jerks music blasting, but only have a CD. A combination of CD with most of the game cliché songs. I'm talking about Sweet Home Alabama, Back in Black … You catch what I mean. I guess that would not have been so bad if it were only the four university students, but serve as a camping vacation spot white trash. People own trailers at the campsite, which serve as vacation homes. And they all drive around in golf carts. Soon we were surrounded by the incessant sound of cars driving up and down the gravel road. This little "party" must have been the talk of the town because the party became four of the twenty years.
Of course, tales of drunken hillbilly trash is fun, but can only take so much. So Lindsay shake me and say, "We to move. I can not sleep. "So unzip our tents hatch and get out to see what this game looked furious. There were few college students playing tennis beer surrounded by a circle of half of the golf carts anxiously awaiting Hicks. It was a sight to see.
Lindsay and I threw shoes and literally picked up the tent, which was full of bags, an inflatable mattress and pillows. We walked down the road with him until we could not the noise stopped. We finally got to sleep at 3:00 am. We woke up the next morning to find our shop on a piece of clay. Just great! The next day we brushed teeth, packed the car and stripped of Sandusky Ohio with no intention of going back.
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Luckily, my parents got me some Rubber Floor Mats to protect my interior from instances just like this. Thank heaven for Cargo Liners. – Mike Rosania
Road Trip Beer Pong (2009) – Trailer