Pagan
8-17-02, 07:50 PM
Okay I'm back....cut the trip short by a day. It started off horribly but funny, got a little worse, then got cool before we got home.
We should have known it was not to be when we got to the area of Lake George around 10 PM on Thursday. I called the resort where we booked the cabin (a month ago, mind you) when we were about 15 minutes away. Wellllllll....the rocket scientist who booked it inadvertantly wrote it down in the WRONG place in the book, having us booked for NEXT week. She had no other vacancies, so there we were with no place to stay.
Tired, and not wanting to go nuts looking for a room in a town with a million "no vacancy" signs, we drove into the first area that had vacancy. It was little one-bedroom cabiuns....cool. However, the red flag went up when the "office" was the woman's kitchen, and as her daughter sat at the table eating oatmeal (at 11:00 PM now!!!) and asking me if I was famous, their dog was licking my leg, and the woman told me that it was cash only. I decided to take the room just for that night and then look for another in the morning. The owner then tells me that there's no air conditioning, but she has a fan if we want it. I said yes and she gave me an 8" diameter plug in fan. I did my best not to bust out laughing.
She then tells me that there's no alarm clock or telephone in the room. I asked how she wakes up people who need to be and she replied, and I quote..."Well....ol' Elmer gets up at 6 and he can come knock on your door whatever time you like." Elmer, it seems, was her husband. Not wanting to put "ol' Elmer" out of his way, I set the alarm on my cell phone.
It gets better.....
We get into the room....and the screen door swings open with a sound that had me looking to see if Renfield was inside saying "Come in Masssster!" The curtainhs don't completely cover the window. The bed is about 6 inches off the floor, and so rickety that a good rollover could probably break the legs. I open the top drawer of the "dresser" and find that it's lined with flattened empty Bud Light 6-pack carriers. Drawer #2 was lined with the "sanitary bath mats" that some hotels provide (along with a Bible, of course!) and the bottom drawer had two metal spoons, a knife, and some burned aluminum foil. (freebasing anyone? :lol: ) The next morning we found out that the cabin's only electrical outlet wasn't close enough to the only mirror to allow us to do out hair. Since the mirror was attached to the dreeser, I had to move the dresser across the room to the outlet.
We somehow managed to get through the night and get the hell out of Camp Crystal Lake in the morning. Luckily we found a resort that actually had comforts!
We went into the Village of Lake George that night, which is a mass of attractions, shops and restaurants. Of course, we're not in there more than 5 minutes before the local teenagers start laughing at the way I look and start with the "Bon Jovi" comments. I was as placid as possible for an hour, then finally had to put a stop to it by grabbing the next one who laughed by the throat and asking him if he "HAD A F**KING PROBLEM WITH THE WAY I LOOKED?" After the color came back to his face and he apologized, word spread fast to leave the "crazy long haired guy" alone. There was no more laughing. It really sux that I'm actually thinking about tieing my hair up when we go out from now on. It's sad that I can't enjoy a night out with my wife due to ignorance.
Anyway, we decided to leave this afternoon instead of spending one more night. We stopped at a mall in the area on the way out, and here's where the good comes in....my wife found an awesome dress for a wedding we're going to, and I found a new pair of stage pants! So.....the only coolness occurs at a mall. :rolleyes:
Next time we go, we'll get a cabin directly on the lake, and spend the time just laying in the sun and swimming. Now that we're home, we can look back and laugh about all this....but it kind of sucked while it was happening....
We should have known it was not to be when we got to the area of Lake George around 10 PM on Thursday. I called the resort where we booked the cabin (a month ago, mind you) when we were about 15 minutes away. Wellllllll....the rocket scientist who booked it inadvertantly wrote it down in the WRONG place in the book, having us booked for NEXT week. She had no other vacancies, so there we were with no place to stay.
Tired, and not wanting to go nuts looking for a room in a town with a million "no vacancy" signs, we drove into the first area that had vacancy. It was little one-bedroom cabiuns....cool. However, the red flag went up when the "office" was the woman's kitchen, and as her daughter sat at the table eating oatmeal (at 11:00 PM now!!!) and asking me if I was famous, their dog was licking my leg, and the woman told me that it was cash only. I decided to take the room just for that night and then look for another in the morning. The owner then tells me that there's no air conditioning, but she has a fan if we want it. I said yes and she gave me an 8" diameter plug in fan. I did my best not to bust out laughing.
She then tells me that there's no alarm clock or telephone in the room. I asked how she wakes up people who need to be and she replied, and I quote..."Well....ol' Elmer gets up at 6 and he can come knock on your door whatever time you like." Elmer, it seems, was her husband. Not wanting to put "ol' Elmer" out of his way, I set the alarm on my cell phone.
It gets better.....
We get into the room....and the screen door swings open with a sound that had me looking to see if Renfield was inside saying "Come in Masssster!" The curtainhs don't completely cover the window. The bed is about 6 inches off the floor, and so rickety that a good rollover could probably break the legs. I open the top drawer of the "dresser" and find that it's lined with flattened empty Bud Light 6-pack carriers. Drawer #2 was lined with the "sanitary bath mats" that some hotels provide (along with a Bible, of course!) and the bottom drawer had two metal spoons, a knife, and some burned aluminum foil. (freebasing anyone? :lol: ) The next morning we found out that the cabin's only electrical outlet wasn't close enough to the only mirror to allow us to do out hair. Since the mirror was attached to the dreeser, I had to move the dresser across the room to the outlet.
We somehow managed to get through the night and get the hell out of Camp Crystal Lake in the morning. Luckily we found a resort that actually had comforts!
We went into the Village of Lake George that night, which is a mass of attractions, shops and restaurants. Of course, we're not in there more than 5 minutes before the local teenagers start laughing at the way I look and start with the "Bon Jovi" comments. I was as placid as possible for an hour, then finally had to put a stop to it by grabbing the next one who laughed by the throat and asking him if he "HAD A F**KING PROBLEM WITH THE WAY I LOOKED?" After the color came back to his face and he apologized, word spread fast to leave the "crazy long haired guy" alone. There was no more laughing. It really sux that I'm actually thinking about tieing my hair up when we go out from now on. It's sad that I can't enjoy a night out with my wife due to ignorance.
Anyway, we decided to leave this afternoon instead of spending one more night. We stopped at a mall in the area on the way out, and here's where the good comes in....my wife found an awesome dress for a wedding we're going to, and I found a new pair of stage pants! So.....the only coolness occurs at a mall. :rolleyes:
Next time we go, we'll get a cabin directly on the lake, and spend the time just laying in the sun and swimming. Now that we're home, we can look back and laugh about all this....but it kind of sucked while it was happening....