"It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy."

Putting the "Lit" in Collective Lit.

Greetings, friends!

I’ve crash landed back at home for a few precious days before my next excursion. This one will be for a wedding in ~the Hamptons~, a part of the country I’ve never seen. I was conflicted on booking a room—everything closet to the venue was $500+ a night or cheap with nightmarish Tripadvisor reviews. AirBnB was an overpriced desert in the region and anything nearby required sleeping in someone’s guest room while they’re still home. Call me a snob, but hell no. There were more reasonably priced hotels an hour-plus from the venue, but that seemed silly. I couldn’t decide which was worse: spending an iPad on a nearby hotel room, or driving an hour in the dark.

But as is often the case, there was a third way. I decided to camp out in my car at a nearby state park for the night, which seemed both funny and frugal. I’m not exactly outdoorsy, but I’m also someone who loves to commit to a bit (see: the time I auditioned for a haunted house as “research” only to get hired. I d…