My Lake Placid Expierence

This is my experience in Lake Placid, told in days. Hoping to post one every 2 days...Enjoy!

Lake Placid: The Full Experience, Minus the Alligators

Day One: The Hotel

I yawned as I crawled out of the bus. It had been a long, fun week at Creation Fest. I lugged my bag off of Ol’ Yellow (as I had affectionately named the vehicle) and threw it on the ground. I dodged a punch from Clint as I trudged into the basement of our friendly olive-hued church. I walked over to the phone and felt a smash to my leg. Justin. I limped over to the phone and punched in the number with my thumbs.

“Six-seven-three...eight-seven-six-two,” I breathed to myself as I called my house.

“Hello?” asked a voice, none other than my dad.

“Hey dad, could you maybe come pick me up?” I asked hopefully.

“Sure, I’ll be over in a few minutes,” he said casually.

“Thanks a lot,” I stated, “bye.”

I walked out of the little area where the phone had been. Needless to say, I had been attacked the stooges- I mean, Justin and Clint. Now, I’ll spare you the details, but I’ll say it hurt. A lot. I ran outside to avoid a further beating and waited for my dad to come. I said my goodbyes and thank-yous and left for my house.

To cut a long story short, I got home and ran to the shower, to which I had been deprived of most of the week. After my shower, I felt like a new Nicky and went downstairs to grab something to eat after the long trek home. I had to be prepared for another one, this time to Lake Placid. I packed my bags, said good-bye to my lovely little doggy, and went out to the car. In a short time, we shoved off, leaving the quaint town of Canton behind.

Almost immediately, I plugged my blue Skullcandy earphones into a small, portable DVD player. I watched the Matrix, (PURE-AWESOMENESS) which consumed a good two-and-a-half hours. When I was finished, I listened to a great audio book with my parents for the better part of five hours, after which, I promptly fell asleep.

When I awoke, we had reached the inn that was to be our bed for the night. At 12:30, every physical act seems like a great effort. I was almost dragging my bag as we trudged up to the counter. We checked in and began the hike to our room. We reached room 316 and entered.

Each one of us almost cried out in despair. The paint was chipping, the floor was cracked, the bathroom lock didn’t work. The drapes were the most hideous shade of faded pickled-egg-purple. Every piece of furniture was scratched and broken and the lamps either didn’t work, or didn’t have a light bulb in them. The toilet was rocking on one side for Pete’s sake! Well, we were on the verge of collapsing so we set down our bags, brushed our teeth, and dove into bed.

“I’m sinking!” exclaimed my dad, incredulously. The beds were indeed a nightmare.

“It’s so muggy,” complained my mom, with good reason. I got up and turned on the “air conditioner” which turned out to be nothing more than a loud fan. We threw off our covers and eventually fell asleep after much laughing, because if we didn’t laugh, we would have wept.