I went to my sister's college for a civlings weekend at East Stroudsburg
University. On Friday, nothing really happened. My sister's boyfriend picked
me up and took me up to the university. That night we went to see anger
management. If you ever saw scream 2, then you know what the crowd was like.
Some kids were even kicked out because of their behavior.
Anyway, the next day, saturday, was the best day of them all. In the
morning my sister's boyfriend and roommate left. After breakfast, my sister,
Rob (her roommate's boyfriend), his friend, and I went to an activity in the
quad. There was some weirdo on rollarblades who supposivly could play
"everything". My heard better sound comming out of a truck. After a strong
wind blew his tent over you could hear an applause from the audience. Also in
the quad was an electronic bull ride, jousting, and a wax hand stand. (There
were other things, but that's main attractions) After Rob and his friend
falling off the bull and getting hit by giant Q-tips, they were ready to go
back to the dorm. So we got food and started heading back.
Once we got done eating, we went to Rob's room. There we had fun blasting
[bad] music and and they started drinking "mad dog". Three bottles was enough.
I thought it was weird that they were humping eachother, but it turned out to be
normal...
Next, we decided we wanted to go to this big camp bonfire about 15 miles
off campus. We were never there before so we had to stop and get directions.
After we got directions from someone probably drunk at the time, we started
heading out. We tried the way the person said, no luck, there was an
elemantary school where the camp supposivly was. So we stopped at a gas
station. The gas station said they never heard of it. So we found another gas
station. The person said it was 4 hours away, so we just left him alone with
his marajuana. We tried another route. The driver found the main highway and
started driving.
We came off a ramp a few miles down. After the ramp, we started driving,
looking for this place. No luck. This time we stopped at a bigger gas station.
The clerk gave us directions and we left and tried to use those. We were
driving for quite a while. We never found it. The only thing on that road
was little houses surrounded my a lot of woods. We turned around because
we remembered seeing lights on a building and lots of cars parked by it. We
were hopeing that was it. So we parked in the parking lot and walked up to the
porch before we realized we were at the Rainbow Mountain Resort. We were in
front of a Homo Hotel. Great. So we went back to the car to go on the way back
home. Rough night.
If you think that's enough torcher for the night, you're wrong. Our car
didn't start. We kept trying to start it, except the starter wasn't catching
on. We didn't want to call AAA (which would of been the best thing) because
we didn't have any proof on whose car it was. We didn't have any college friends
to call because none had cars. As a matter of fact, the car we were using
wasn't even ours!
My sister and the friend went into the hotel to use the phone. Even though
we didn't want to, we called the cops to pick us up. The state police said get
a cab (in the middle of the woods) and the local police said they couldn't
help. Great. Who to call?
At this time, the friend, was really getting frustrated (probably because
he was still drunk), so we were taking any ride we could get. This just
happened to be the host (mike). They were closing soon, so when he get off,
he would drive us back to the dorms.
So now they're closed. One of the employees comes back and says she left
her lights on, and now she has no battery. This car was so ghetto. No power
steering, very dirty, and to get in the front door, you have to go through the
back window. The two guys had to roll the car down a pretty steep hill. My
sister was steering. After that car was out of there, we hopped in with the
gay guy for the ride home.
In the car, Mike was doing a lot of talking. He told us to tell the person
who's car it was that there was a "Fat bitch on the hood" that he had to give
pleasure first before he could have the car. He was also making fun of us,
saying, "Don't tell the people at school that your car broke down at a FAG
RESORT!". I thought we were gonna get thrown out because of my sister though.
She said "So you're homosexual right?"
"Right" repiled Mike.
"So that meens you like guys right?" asked my sister.
"Uh huh" said mike, not the least embarrased.
"Then what's in it for you if a guy dresses like a girl?"
Wow I though that was it, we're out of here. However, this gay guy was
proud. He dropped us off at the dorm around 1 AM. Supprisingly, the owner of
the car wasn't too mad about having his car sitting dead outside a gay resort.
Once we got back, my sister just had to write a quote on his door. "Don't tell
the guys at school about getting your car broken down outside a FAG RESORT!"
Of course, he's never going to be allowed to take that little note off.
True Story. write a quote on his door. "Don't tell
the guys at school about getting your car broken down outside a FAG RESORT!"
Of course, he's never going to be allowed to take that little note off.
True Story.
