Remember when I said that Dave and I went up to Mount Greylock and the couldn't get into the Bascom Lodge because it was closed for a private event? Well, it was a wedding and we got there just as it was beginning. As we walked around to that side of the summit, I could hear Pachabel's Cannon in D playing, and low and behold, coral-clad bridesmaids walked out of the lodge, followed by the bride.
Apparently the ceremony was going to be outside, with reception to follow in the lounge.Dave: Oh look, a wedding. Want to crash it?
Me: Are you kidding? We are not dressed appropriately and I don't have a gift.
The second story is from the campground. Dave and I returned to our site, after Mount Greylock and ice cream, a little after 5:00 pm. A little before 6:00 pm, a car and an SUV showed up. There was a little miscommunication as they decided which campsite to use. Apparently they had to pay for 2 campsite, but only wanted to use one. They decided to use the campsite next to us instead of the one across from us. Two guys and their girlfriends got out and proceeded to pitch their tents, start the fire, etc. They were doing a lot of work and the girls were totally uninterested.
At one point, the guys left in the SUV and the girls sat at the picnic table with their beers and started talking. The guys came back, apparently from another campsite, with a stack of 4 lawn chairs strapped to the roof of the SUV and a gas grill hanging out of the tailgate. Yup, you read that correctly. As Dave and I were making awesome calzones over the fire, these yahoos were going to burn up some meat on a borrowed gas grill. It made me wonder, if they could borrow someone's lawn chairs and grill, why did they pay for two campsites and put tents on one of them?
The rest of the night they were mildly obnoxious. They weren't crazy loud, but they were stupid and annoying. Then, the next morning, they were up a little after 6:00 am and had a fire going right away (I woke up a bit, but then dozed back to sleep). When Dave and I finally got up around 7:30 am or so, they were taking down their tents and packing up their cars. As we made our pancakes and sausage, we watched this debacle unfold. Eventually they got their crap together, loaded into their cars and were off. This time, since they had all their camping gear in the SUV, they strapped the chairs to the top again, and towed the grill. Yes, again, you read correctly. For your enjoyment:
Enhance:
Watching that catastrophe roll away was pretty funny, because those wheels don't pivot and every time he turned, he was just dragging it along. We don't know where they went, but they left us. Which would have been awesome except they left their fire burning. Not smoldering, actually burning with no attempt to put it out. We watched it for a little while to see if they would come back, but eventually Dave was fed up and went over and put it out. Seriously, have they never heard of Smoky the Bear? (I totally narc'ed on them and told the office about it on our way out. I don't care, that's irresponsible.)
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