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In the G/G RV, Mel is directing Midge on how to drive. Stuff’s flying everywhere. “The chips and salsa!” cries Ter dramatically. Brown Smurf too is in on the critique. He threatens to withhold sausage from Midge for bad driving.
On the lame bus, Lauren is catching everyone up on Hurricane Irene. The biggest thing that happened I guess was a branch fell at their house, so they try and make that a dramatic branch story. Albie is worried about Lindsey back in Jersey. He’s also worried about letting Caro know they’re about to be living in sin. He says he’s not waiting for the “right moment” just “a moment”.
Perhaps while she’s sleeping.
They see a sign for Half Moon Bay. Someone asks how far, and Lauren informs the crowd that “it says 12 but I don’t know what that means”.
Another Manzo success?
Jacquee and Chris talk about how they’re ready to make up with Ter. Caro sits there looking like she’s about to explode, until finally she snaps that just because Ter’s being nice, doesn’t mean she’s changed her ways. Yeah, it better not.
What Chris wants out of the trip is for everyone to have a good time and for the men to “enforce” it. They arrive at Pillar Pt. RV Park and it’s a parking lot. Ter is not happy. It’s just not very Aztec-y.
Actually, no one’s happy. The people who wore sparkly pumps and all their gold jewelry to a camping trip think the parking lot is not roughing it enough. Albie informs us that he’d rather be taking his chances in the hurricane then pitching a tent in a parking lot. I have to agree. Where do you even stake a tent in a parking lot?
Let’s pause for a moment to check out these bus/RV things. It looks bigger than my apartment.
So bankrupctcy is how you get into a set up like this?
Everyone’s whining and confused. Car calls it like it is – “camping to us is dry sausage and provolone”. Mel convinces Ter to meet the neighbors. Ter isn’t really into it. She doesn’t even know her NJ neighbors, so she’s not too keen to meet the RV parking lot townsfolk.
Not so thrilled with you either, honey. You’ve got a lot to learn about parking lot campground politics.
They ask what the parking lot people do, and they are told “drink moonshine”. Mel doesn’t know what moonshine is, and Ter compares it to grappa. She tries to explain that grappa is Italian moonshine, and they look at her like Italy may as well be Jupiter.
Great, now that you’re here my scribble print jacket and matching Claire’s accessory earrings are no longer the tackiest ensemble in town.