So our first camping trip my mother took me to this small Irish town called Weston. It was a miserable trip. We brought our tent (nicknamed the Taj Mahal by the campground host) and it was horribly stormy. We got rained out the first night and Spunky and I slept on the floor of my parents trailer between the dinette set and the wall leading to the kitchen. Miserable. So we go back this weekend for the Irish festival. We got to the restraunt we want to eat lunch at and it is closed. We go to where the festival is and it's a $10 cover charge per person including the kids (and who has $60 cash lying around when it is usually free). So we go into the antique shop where I had found this awesome dining room set I wanted. Spunky wanted to see if it was still there to see what it looked like. Woo Hoo! Out of all the tables that were there before, this is the ONLY one that was still there. No one wanted it cuz it was too small. Well, that was part of the allure for me cuz our dining area is so frickin tiny. Because of the Irish festival there was a 20% discount on all things at the antique shop next door. I got my table and chairs. So frickin cool. I'm such a spoiled bitch. OK, my cousin is home to talk about her trip so gotta go.