Law

We're back from a riotous evening at the Buffalo Club, where beer is four-odd dollars, and we're planning on going out again tonight. Yesterday was full of fun, as we hit up some jet boat ride and followed it up with watching Iron Man (for the THIRD time in two weeks) and wrapped it off with drunk.

Before heading out, however, Kent and I had to chat with a police officer who had been called to deal with us -- what we were doing, though, was nothing. Earlier in the day we had walked in to some private place and been caught, kicked out, and dealt with. No biggie. Later in the evening, a staffer came out with a flashlight and a walkie-talkie and immediately tried getting us to drive (drunkenly) away. Kent humbly refused to drive his van with 5 beers in his belly, and when the security fellow was informed by reception that having a van parked in front of a campground was legal, he called the police. Classy fellow.

Turns out he told the police we'd been caught breaking in the night before, and that I had been dragged to reception. This information is false, but there's nothing we could do about it. At least the officer was courteous enough to understand how retarded the situation was, but he still gave us a formal warning that we'd be in court if we broke in "again". I'm less than impressed with the campground (which has a 5 star rating, clearly only if you're shoveling dollars in to their register. Assholes.) and will likely be writing a formal letter to them, regardless of any outcome, the day we take off.

We wanted adventure, and I guess we're getting it. Ha. Anywho, I'm going back to cruising the Intertron before we take off and try and find something to do to kill time before heading out to drink tonight.

Sans police, I hope.

Mitchell Dyer