A fearsome foursome
I signed up for a week-long "music camp" for adult beginner-to-intermediate musicians. "Dormitory-style" rooms were included as a cost of the camp, with four people to a room. No problem, I thought, it'll be fun! I haven't done that since... well, ever.

The first night there, I located my bunk and prepared for bed. The three other guys in the room were all cheerful company, so we spent a couple of jolly hours talking about music. When we eventually decided it's time for "lights out", the other three guys fell asleep almost instantly, whereupon each of them was quickly revealed to be an Olympic-class snorer. Within three minutes, the room sounded like a construction site full of asthmatic bulldozers.

The noise reverberated off the concrete-block walls. The more I tried to ignore it, the louder it became. After a couple of hours, it became obvious that there would be no sleep for me in that room. I grabbed my sleeping bag and slunk off to sleep on the floor of the group practice room, only to discover (too late) that standing water outside had leaked into the room and rendered the entire carpet soaking wet. I finally found a dry, available floor in the kitchen and slept there, in my now-sodden sleeping bag.

I spent the remaining nights sleeping in my car, in the freezing November air.

Bonus: The organizers went out of their way to point out that alcoholic beverages were "not welcome" (as they put it) at this camp. Then at the end of the week, one of the insufferably smug, condescending, pretentious twats in charge told the rest of us how much fun the organizers have had getting drunk every night in their own private rooms. Assholes.
(unmutual, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 19:42, Reply)