Friends, Rollercoasters, and Cheap-ass Camping

I return tonight from the aformentioned adventure to Cedar Point. Overall, I would have to say it was awesome. Now I need to bore you with a little back story to kinda set up the whole thing. Whilst we knew we were going to Cedar Point, minus "George", we had no clue where we were going to camp. To remedy this problem my best friend "Mickey" and I decided to camp at some random State Park that we drove past once we got close enough to Cedar Point. So in other words, we had a three day weekend planned with plans only for the second day of our little venture. We ended up leaving a couple of hours later then planned due to some unplanned tardiness of "Frank" and "George's" father to show up to take "George's" place at the store they own.
After we finally got everything together, I.E. bought road atlas at Wal-mart, we left for Cedar Point. After enough driving to lull my ass to a sound and deep sleep and fake turkey lunch in a tube, we arrive at Fort Wayne. Conviently, there is a Best Buy right there, calling me. I, of course, answer it's call and end up buying a George Carlin CD, which tried to kill me on several occasions. Then....MORE DRIVING! Needless to say I missed turns and got lost several times along our route, but the worst was in Toledo Ohio....I just plain sucked.
During the hour spent meandering the streets of Toledo, we decided upon a camping spot, Maumee Bay S.P.. Upon arrival no one was at the check in, all that was there was a note.

Attention all campers coming in after closing;

Please use the sheet to your left to sign in and register for a campsite;

(Insert a few lines of needless bullshit here)

We looked, albiet not hard, for this sheet with no success in the 10 M.P.H. drive by. We drove through the area hoping to find camp sites without copious amounts of R.V.s around, but to no avail. So we said screw it and just chose one. We set up the tent, said screw the hotdogs and smores, spent a half an hour trying to figure out how to inflate the air mattress attached to "George" and I's sleeping bag(which by the way is the coolest), brushed out teeth and went to bed. Well, through in a trip to a gas station/food place for taco bell and a few needless details including we rinsed our mouths out with mountain dew, and you've got that night.

I woke up my group of merry campers the next morning at 8 for showers and breakfast, which was ideally an IHOP. We decided to continue camping at "Camp Pisashit" and went on our way for IHOP and Cedar Point, we never found the former. Upon arrival at Cedar Point, we immediately had to wait in line for tickets, which took forever seeing as the park wasn't open yet. After waiting in lines for tickets we waited in line to get in the park, after that we waited in line to get access to the areas with the rides, and finally after that we waited in lines to ride the rides. Lots of aiting in line to just wait in line that day.

However, I was mistaken in my previous statement that "George-" had never been on big rollercoasters, however, she had never been on any this big. The first one we tackled shot you off at 120 M.P.H. and 420 feet straight up, though slightly twisted, and then down. The rest of the day was pretty normal for a day at a theme park. Got kisses while going up an indoor coasters launch hill, that was a plus, screamed for the entire duration of one of the world's longest rollercoasters, and by screamed I meant more like Dumb and Dumber's "most annoying sound in the world". That causes drool to seep out of your mouth and splatter. We then left the park to return to "Camp Pisashit".

Upon awaking 12 hours after going to bed, we packed up camp, spent forever trying to shove everything into my little car, and left. Now this would not be worth more then a few words had a few things not happend. While waiting for people to finish showering, I read the park's bulletin board, noting that it's $22 a night for a campsite. I tell this to "Mickey" who is just as shocked as I at this discovery. However, seeing as we were the only ones not hauling a camper, they had paid us no attention when we left to go to Cedar Point. We assumed this would be the same, and it was. In the end we saved $44 at "camp Pisashit" by theft of campsite space.

We headed home, found an IHOP in Toledo after I asked a gas station employee at a scary ass gas station. Read "Ghetto gas station", it even sold a drink called Pimp Juice. Then we headed home, stopping at random places, places with dams. That was pretty much it....in a nutshell, and if I think of anymore I'll add it later......night people