Welcome to de island mon.
So last night was guy's night out. That's right. Just a couple of buddies helping each other out. Feeney and Mike stopped out at work to see if Jeff and I wanted to go to Put-In-Bay for the night, because they were in town and Max was on his way. So we got off work and headed over to the ferry around 7ish.
Our plan was to camp out there at a campground, so we thought we'd all chip in and bring Jeff's car over so we'd have a vehicle. But the guy at the ferry said that we might not be able to get his car back today once we got it over there because of the big weekend and all. So we made a decision. We decided to carry the tent over, but leave the sleeping bags and pillows and blankets in Jeff's car. We didn't want to carry them all over the island. So if there were no campsites available, we'd just hide the tent and stay up all night.
So we rode the ferry over and got a cab to the campgrounds. They had room. So we got a campsite to put our tent up in, but nothing to sleep on in our tent. Exactly. We went to a couple of bars there. The Roundhouse was the first, with a sweet cover band. Boy did they eat butt. Then we went to the Beer Barrell Saloon, which has the moniker of "World's Longest Bar". What a letdown. It reminded me of a legion hall or something, or like a basement bar that your friend's parents would have in their basement. Horrible. So then we left and went to the only bar that was open past 1, which was this brewery place. It was kind of danceclubby, which sucked, and to give you a taste of what it was like, they played Weezer's "Island in the Sun" with Usher's "Yea yea yea" over it. Sounded so fantastic, and by fantastic I mean poopy. So we left there, and Jeff, Feeney, Mike, and Max decided to go with these girls that were on a bachelorette party somewhere, whereas I decided to make the long hike back to the campground. It was some 20-30min. in the dark. I had great company on the walk back with Katy on the cell phone. But of course mine died, which meant no goodnights. Oh well.
So I got to lay my head down on my messenger bag-as-pillow and pulled my hooded sweatshirt hood up. It fucking froze throughout the night. At one point I realized that under the tent was a stake that I was laying on. The Feenerino got soaked and didn't sleep because he was so excited that the next morning was Christmas.
We got up at 9:30ish because of the uncomfortable quarters, and hitched a ferry back to the mainland.
And did I mention campsite #45 was THE campsite next to the glacial grooves? That's right. The women that ran the front desk told us that we had a big site and that we were lucky. Once we got there, we realized that half of it was taken up with glacial grooves. So that means half of it was rock. But we got to sleep on fucking glacial grooves, so there. It was so historical.
Our plan was to camp out there at a campground, so we thought we'd all chip in and bring Jeff's car over so we'd have a vehicle. But the guy at the ferry said that we might not be able to get his car back today once we got it over there because of the big weekend and all. So we made a decision. We decided to carry the tent over, but leave the sleeping bags and pillows and blankets in Jeff's car. We didn't want to carry them all over the island. So if there were no campsites available, we'd just hide the tent and stay up all night.
So we rode the ferry over and got a cab to the campgrounds. They had room. So we got a campsite to put our tent up in, but nothing to sleep on in our tent. Exactly. We went to a couple of bars there. The Roundhouse was the first, with a sweet cover band. Boy did they eat butt. Then we went to the Beer Barrell Saloon, which has the moniker of "World's Longest Bar". What a letdown. It reminded me of a legion hall or something, or like a basement bar that your friend's parents would have in their basement. Horrible. So then we left and went to the only bar that was open past 1, which was this brewery place. It was kind of danceclubby, which sucked, and to give you a taste of what it was like, they played Weezer's "Island in the Sun" with Usher's "Yea yea yea" over it. Sounded so fantastic, and by fantastic I mean poopy. So we left there, and Jeff, Feeney, Mike, and Max decided to go with these girls that were on a bachelorette party somewhere, whereas I decided to make the long hike back to the campground. It was some 20-30min. in the dark. I had great company on the walk back with Katy on the cell phone. But of course mine died, which meant no goodnights. Oh well.
So I got to lay my head down on my messenger bag-as-pillow and pulled my hooded sweatshirt hood up. It fucking froze throughout the night. At one point I realized that under the tent was a stake that I was laying on. The Feenerino got soaked and didn't sleep because he was so excited that the next morning was Christmas.
We got up at 9:30ish because of the uncomfortable quarters, and hitched a ferry back to the mainland.
And did I mention campsite #45 was THE campsite next to the glacial grooves? That's right. The women that ran the front desk told us that we had a big site and that we were lucky. Once we got there, we realized that half of it was taken up with glacial grooves. So that means half of it was rock. But we got to sleep on fucking glacial grooves, so there. It was so historical.