What a DUMP
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 2:40 pm
We just got back from checking out the property the Liberty Riders own up north. What an utter disaster. We pull in to the sight of hollowed out vans and buses, a bunch of trailers scattered here and there, most of which look like something out of "Deliverance."
We go into the bunkhouse which we have to tromp through a few piles of trash and burned-out barbeque pits to get to. Inside, there's 3 really gross looking couches set up end to end in front of a big screen TV.
Upstairs where the bedrooms are? Two single slabs of wood on either wall with a thin mattress and a nasty-looking blanket. Thankfully we brought our own bedding.
I had just come off a 60 hour work week, and I was after a nap. I made my bed, wondering how in the hell Bullet and I were going to fit on this cot-sized bed, and fell asleep. A while later, here comes one of the brothers banging on my door and yelling for me to get my ass downstairs. I do NOT like being woken up this way, and was about to open the door and call him every name under the sun. Luckily Bullet came in and told me to go ahead and go back to sleep, he'd keep the guy away from me.
I slept, and slept, and slept. Through dinner, through the hockey game they watched downstairs and through them leaving to walk down to the clubhouse to party.
Bullet came back around midnight and we managed to arrange ourselves in the tiny bed and sleep. For a while.
About 2:30 the rest of them came back to the bunkhouse whooping and hollering and firing up some smoke. We had the kids with us, and of course, we weren't happy about that. Or about being woken up.
I told Bullet after listening to the screeching for about 5 minutes, "Either you say something, or I do." He said, "How about we get out of here?" I had us packed and ready to go in about 5 minutes and Bullet went and got the kids packed up.
The brother who was the cause of all the trouble walked out with Bullet and I'm sitting there thinking "Don't even come talk to me...don't do it...." and he does anyway. He started off by insulting me, and telling me I was just like his mother. I said "X (I don't want to use his real name) the last thing you want to do right now is insult me. I don't want to talk to you, you are a thoughtless ass, and we're leaving." At which point he starts yelling at me! "This is my brother (referring to Bullet) and you guys ain't leaving here until you tell me how I disrespected you." I looked at Bullet and told him to get us out of there before I said something that both of us would regret.
So, we drove to a motel and slept the rest of the night in peace and quiet. The last thing "X" said to Bullet was "I'm cooking breakfast in the morning, so come on back if you want to." I told him not to hold his breath.
Needless to say, once the president got wind of what happened, "X" and the others involved in partying in the bunkhouse are in deep doo-doo.
What a total disaster. Also needless to say, we will NOT be having the "wedding" at this location.
Frankly, I'm thinking of spilling the beans and telling everyone we've eloped and not having any ceremony at all. The stress is too much. I'm married, I'm happy, I don't care if we have this fake ceremony or not. Screw the whole thing.
We go into the bunkhouse which we have to tromp through a few piles of trash and burned-out barbeque pits to get to. Inside, there's 3 really gross looking couches set up end to end in front of a big screen TV.
Upstairs where the bedrooms are? Two single slabs of wood on either wall with a thin mattress and a nasty-looking blanket. Thankfully we brought our own bedding.
I had just come off a 60 hour work week, and I was after a nap. I made my bed, wondering how in the hell Bullet and I were going to fit on this cot-sized bed, and fell asleep. A while later, here comes one of the brothers banging on my door and yelling for me to get my ass downstairs. I do NOT like being woken up this way, and was about to open the door and call him every name under the sun. Luckily Bullet came in and told me to go ahead and go back to sleep, he'd keep the guy away from me.
I slept, and slept, and slept. Through dinner, through the hockey game they watched downstairs and through them leaving to walk down to the clubhouse to party.
Bullet came back around midnight and we managed to arrange ourselves in the tiny bed and sleep. For a while.
About 2:30 the rest of them came back to the bunkhouse whooping and hollering and firing up some smoke. We had the kids with us, and of course, we weren't happy about that. Or about being woken up.
I told Bullet after listening to the screeching for about 5 minutes, "Either you say something, or I do." He said, "How about we get out of here?" I had us packed and ready to go in about 5 minutes and Bullet went and got the kids packed up.
The brother who was the cause of all the trouble walked out with Bullet and I'm sitting there thinking "Don't even come talk to me...don't do it...." and he does anyway. He started off by insulting me, and telling me I was just like his mother. I said "X (I don't want to use his real name) the last thing you want to do right now is insult me. I don't want to talk to you, you are a thoughtless ass, and we're leaving." At which point he starts yelling at me! "This is my brother (referring to Bullet) and you guys ain't leaving here until you tell me how I disrespected you." I looked at Bullet and told him to get us out of there before I said something that both of us would regret.
So, we drove to a motel and slept the rest of the night in peace and quiet. The last thing "X" said to Bullet was "I'm cooking breakfast in the morning, so come on back if you want to." I told him not to hold his breath.
Needless to say, once the president got wind of what happened, "X" and the others involved in partying in the bunkhouse are in deep doo-doo.
What a total disaster. Also needless to say, we will NOT be having the "wedding" at this location.
Frankly, I'm thinking of spilling the beans and telling everyone we've eloped and not having any ceremony at all. The stress is too much. I'm married, I'm happy, I don't care if we have this fake ceremony or not. Screw the whole thing.