Wreck Beach? No shit.
My weekend. Ye Gods.
James and I put off the drive to Canada till Saturday at 4 am. I'd only had four hours of sleep the night before, so five hours on Friday night was an improvement. We hit the road, and after a brief talking to about China from the border bitch, we were on our way to Paramount's Canada's Wonderland.
PCW was fun, and we managed to hit nine of their thirteen roller coasters in four hours. The heat got really bad, and with the park having some type of ethnic festival, we headed north to the Wreck Beach Film Festival.
What a shock.
The WBFF wasn't at a beach at all. It was at a guy named "Captain's" two acre property with sand and a large inflatable pool to be the lake. James and I were surprised as the event seemed to give off the 60s Hippie Commune vibe, but the people were cool. There was even a guy with a 70s something hot rod doing burnouts, and many drunk people.
We hung out for a while, then went for food. After that it was a one hour nap in the car. Then, the movies started. Some of them were great. Some were "eh". But, James went to sleep at one AM, and I folloed him thirty minutes later, still waiting for "Falling Apart" to show.
Flash forward to four AM.
"Hot Rod Guy" apparently decided to take the hotrod out and backed into my vehicle, not even knowing he hit me. He scraped up the rear bumper and wasn't stopping even though I yelled at him to stop, numerous times. I kept him from damaging another car, and well, he went out for burnouts as I assessed damage.
Captain came over and said "Well, it doesn't look bad. That guy is really drunk." Not, "I'm really sorry about this. Let me offer to pay for any damage." I was quite pissed he blew off the fact that my new car was now damaged. I decided to ask how the showing of "Falling Apart" went. His response: "Oh, I guess I could put it in now."
It was four fucking AM. He still didn't play it, even though I drove five hours to see it there. Fuck that.
James and I decided to bail, so we drove home at 4 AM. I pulled into the driveway at home at 9 AM on the dot.
"Wreck Beach Film Festival"? No shit. Auto Wreck Beach.
I am glad we got out when we did. You forgot to mention the fact that had we pitched a tent in that area one of would probably have been dead. And that the 3-5 people who lived on the property (Captain was not even sure how many there were) lived in Triangulated Dome structures, not houses. Oh, after actually counting, we hit 10 of 14 coasters... I think. I am way tired, I am off to bed.
You have GOT to let me go next time, if you would consider going back. Either way, next time you take a road trip, let me know in advance...
hehehehehe, that's awesome. some drunk ass doing burnouts. a dirty stoner named "captain" who is too stoned to show your movie... that's hot shit.
Triangulated Domes?...god I hate Canadians!
I guess the correct term would be "Geodesic". Click here to see a digita image of the dwellings
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