Fall Bucket List

Fall Bucket List by sparkleisacolor on Polyvore

The time I waited in line for two hours for tofu

So a couple weekends ago Boyfriend and I went up to Portland, ME for the Mumford & Sons concert. I'd originally bought the tickets for a friend and I but she bailed and boyfriend graciously came instead, even though he doesn't like Mumford & Sons.

I was pretty excited for the show. It was outdoors on the Eastern Promenade and it was supposed to be a beautiful day. The show information said there would be a bunch of bands playing, food trucks would be present and Gritty's was providing the beer. Sign me up, right?!

So we left around noon on Saturday to make the hour and a half-ish trek to Portland.

And got stuck in three hours worth of traffic on 95.

At this point we're starving, having not eaten since breakfast. We make it to Portland, find parking and walk a million years uphill to the Prom. It's decorated adorably, we have our blanket and we're ready to settle in. We take note of the massive amounts of people and find a spot on the grass.

I bought a tshirt and then Boyfriend and I decided to brave the food line since we were ravenous.

We headed to the food trucks and got in line. For what, we didn't know. There was no rhyme or reason. All we knew was we were hungry, the line was long, and whatever was at the em is what we were eating.

We waited. And waited. We heard reports of some food starting to run out. We waited an hour. Found out we were in the line for wraps. Waited another half hour. A girl holding a slice of pizza comes over to talk to her friends in line behind us and she tells them she got the last slice of pizza and everyone in line behind her threw a fit. They'd all been in line for two hours.

We waited another half hour, hit the two hour mark and I said "I'm not having fun and I'm starving.
Let's just go get dinner and go home." So we did. There were 15,000 people there and like, six small food trucks.

This is why I don't like concerts. Especially disorganized ones.

We went to Sebago Brew, had a great dinner and went the hell home. Didn't even see the concert and I'm totally ok with that.

A few pictures I took before things turned sour:

That Time I Went Camping, or When There's a Thunderstorm You Die

I've never been camping. In my life. Ever.

I have no desire to sleep outside, in the dirt, under trees, with bugs and creatures. Camping also usually involves lakes, which I do not do.

I don't understand why we worked so hard, as humans, to evolve and build sophisticated and comfortable homes to live in just to turn around and sleep outside. Our ancestors would be appalled.

But last week all my friends were going camping. I knew they would be having fun and making memories without me. WHICH IS UNACCEPTABLE. No joy or happiness is allowed without me.

So I put on my big girl pants and I went camping.

And I had fun.

I only stayed for one night, because hello, I have always assumed I'd hate camping. I didn't want to be miserable and ruin everyone's trip. I'm so courteous.

But really, it wasn't bad, for the one night. The best part was my BFF Helen is the one who goes camping every year with her family and childhood friends. I have been graciously adopted into the group. Which means that Helen's supremely awesome mother made sure we were well fed. We just had to show up with a travel mug for camp coffee.

I was provided with a tent and air mattress, since due to the fact I have a ROOF and a BED I've never needed them.

Basically I was fairly pampered. I've heard the rest of the week was just as pampering, so next year I'm thinking I'll stay a few more nights.

But not the whole week, I'm not that delusional.

some of my chucklehead camping buddies

the tent had a doggie door!

 

 

before and after. you don't need this much stuff to stay in a hotel.

surveying the unpacking chaos

the neighbors had some interesting outfits

koala-ing is required