On Wednesday, Steven, Britni, and I traveled to Fairfax, Va to participate in another First 100 for a Chick-Fil-A opening. Leaving at 2am, we got there in plenty of time. Arriving at 4:30 am, nearly 150 people were already there. By 6 am, the parking lot was flooded with over 300 avid chikin lovers. It was a pretty interesting crowd. Townies, college students, a group of Mexicans, Ron Weasley, and a five year old scooter gang. Standing with all of these people incredibly early in the morning did little to improve my grouchy, tired mood. Once the raffle started, we all sat on the ground...since, well, our hopes had pretty much hit rock bottom anyway. While intently waited for "Amber Sherman" to be pulled out of the bucket...a small Mexican child wandered from her pack and was running wild throughout the crowd. I ignored said child and kept listening to Mama Sue, hoping she would call atleast one of our names. Minding my own business, Dora the Explorer comes out of nowhere and hits me!!! Excuse me, JORGE, but your daughter just hit me. Que? SU HIJA GOLPEA A ME!!!!!!!!!
In response, they decided to change her diaper on the ground next to us. Lovely. Luckily, none of them were drawn in the raffle so that little girl got off easy.
Anywho, Steven and I were drawn in the raffle so we traveled over with Loser Britni and set up our tent. No, not tent. Palace. While setting up, our "neighbors" made it very clear that our tent was indeed too large for our spot.
"Hey. That's a uhh pretty big tent you got there."
"Yeah."
"It's kind of uhm crowding into our spot."
"Oh, sorry."
"How many rooms does that thing have?"
"Two."
"Yeah I can tell it's pretty big."
"Jealous."
Once our tent is set up on three spots, we can finally relax. Except Fairfax instantly transformed into the Sahara Desert and oh my sweet jaheebus I have never been so hot in my entire life. Waking up from a nap, drenched in my own sweat, is probably one of the worst feelings in the world. Our tent was more of a giant greenhouse than a safe haven from the scorching hot sun.
Fast forward to about 6pm. God must love Chick-Fil-A too because everytime I do one of these First 100's it seems the heavens open up and there's a huge rainstorm. Aside from our leaking rainguard, soaken Chuck, moist mattress, and fluffy hair...the rain was a pretty nice relief.
Around 10:30, I was exhausted and decided to go to bed. This is apparently the same time that our jealous neighbors decided to have an INCREDIBLY loud frisbee golf tournament. Let me explain. They brought a portable frisbee golf which consists of what can only be described as a 6 foot tall bird feeder with vertical chains hanging from it. So all I can hear is the CLANG CLANG CLING of the chains and good gracious is the ghost of Christmas past outside of my tent or what?? In the apex of my frustration with jealous neighbors, they miss their giant bird feeder and hit my tent with one of their frisbees. This not only causes a disruption to my slumber, but all of the sitting water to fall through the mesh on the tent. At this point it is essentially lightly raining over my mattress. I give out a loud roar, half bear half horrible child. The nerdy Liberty University guy offers up the most scared and apathetic apology I have ever heard. He was definitely feeling convicted for waking up the beast.
The next morning everything went pretty smooth except for Britni telling a Chick-Fil-A employee to "shutup lady, like what the hell."
