I’m lucky because I’ve never had a bad vacation. But I have had a bad part of a camping trip. My family and I were packing up to leave after spending the weekend in Union, MO, and there was a pregnant black widow on our tent right next to my dad’s hand as he was taking down the tent. He yelled and jumped back, then stomped on it. Yikes! I hate spiders and never want to camp there again.

We were going on vacation to Flordia but arrived late to the airport. Even though we could have made it, the lady at the counter kept wondering if we would make it onto the plane. She pondered so long it went past the time to give our luggage. We ended up waiting from 6am until 8pm before we finally got on a non-direct flight to Florida. We didn’t even get there until 1am. Worse vacation ever.

I’ve recently returned from one of my worst vacations ever! I was warned don’t plan or go on a vacation with other people. Did I listen? No! Trip to Disneyworld where the other people furnished the time-share and the rental car, but we were trapped at their mercy to sightsee because they didn’t believe in getting an early start. You don’t start out for the theme parks at noon or later.

I love vacations…even when things go wrong, as they often do, it’s always a new experience and new things to see and do. Even the bad experiences are great stories to tell later.
I want passes cause this movie looks funny!

I just saw the preview last night, and this looks hilarious. I can’t wait to see it…I only hope it’s with passes from your awesome site.

I took my wife and kids on a camping vacation last summer, and we decided to go on a float trip. We found a company, called to reserve a spot, and hurried over, since we were tight for time. We pulled up as the bus was loading, and were told that they couldn’t let us on because we were late. The kids were disappointed, and I was convinced to get them on the river. We called everyplace in the phone book, and finally found a new company that had just started trips the previous week. They only had rafts, which were way expensive, but I was obsessed. We finally got on the river, and were supposed to take a 7 mile trip, over about 3 hours. Well, my aggravation must have affected my paddling, and we covered the 7 miles in an hour and a half. Even though the take-out area resembled what they described to us, I reasoned that we couldn’t possibly be done already. Long story short – we paddled 18 miles, got rained on, witnessed a fight and some flashing, and I got hit on by a gay pride float trip. We pulled out at a park, and our cell phones wouldn’t work to call the company to pick us up. By this time, it had been about 7 hours with 2 bottled waters and a bag of pretzels for the four of us to share. There was a pay phone, but we had no change and the vending machines at the park wouldn’t give us any. I finally figured out how to use my Visa to make a phone call, and got the only taxi company in the area. He showed up 45 minutes later in a 1984 Ford LTD wagon, with the wood look side panels, and the interior head liner stapled to the roof. We finally made it back to our car, and by the time we got back to our campsite, a 3 hour trip had taken about 9 hours.

My wife and I met some good friends who had moved away from St. Louis in Puerto Vallarta for a week of fun. Little did we know, one of our friends had a brother living there. When we arrived at the resort, we were immediately assaulted by the time share salespeople. 2 bottles of Tequila to view the Time Share presentation or 1 bottle and a Mexican blanket. Every time we ventured outside of the hotel we were attacked by the time share vampires. On top of that, our friends brother had a little cocaine habit. We rode with him to “get some beer” and ended up in the midst of a Mexican political rally, a very INTENSE political rally! He was assuring us everything was fine, he just was looking for “Juan”. We made it out of the rally alive and then proceeded to tell him what we thought of him taking us there. He promised to make it up to us the next day by taking us to a beautiful place in the mountains to ride dirt bikes and have a cookout. The next day, we got in our rent-a-car and followed him out into the boonies to what appeared to be a beautiful mountain stream. We played in the water as the locals drove by us going upstream to get drinking water. Then the diaper floated by, then another, we then looked a little further upstream and found several families bathing and doing their laundry in the stream we were swimming in. No doubt where the diapers had come from! We left shortly after discovering the activitiies upstream and went back to the resort. On our trip home, I developed a fever and chills. This was durng the SARS scare and there were body temperature scanners at every airport. All I could think of on the flight back was I’m going to make it to the US only to be placed in quarantine with a bunch of sick people! Somehow I managed to avoid the scanners and we finally made it home. I called our friends and said NEVER AGAIN if your brother is anywhere on the same continent!

I swear, last year was the worst…we didnt even go on a vacation. (dun dun dun)

we forgot to bring the keys to our lake house and we were about 50 miles on are way so we had to turn around and go back home to get them

Worst trip was my first float trip in Texas, got third degree sunburn, the river was down so the trip took forever, got pulled upside down over a small waterfall and lost my new $300 prescription glasses!!!

Hey, my b-day is the day after the screening!!! Happy B-day to me!!! La-La-La!!!

This movie looks soooo funny.
There is no such thing as a bad vacation….no matter what. : 0

So my family and I were travelling to Texas to see my brother who is in the military. We decided to fly on standby which was the first mistake and led to all 5 of having to take a different flight and meant. My mother, who took the first flight, had to wait 16 hours at the airport until my dad, the last flight, finally arrived. We then get to the rental car counter and because we didnt arrive on time our SUV was given away and instead we had to troll around TX in Budget’s best version a matchbox car. Finally we make it to our hotle and our eagerly looking forward to our beds when we discover that the hotel made a mistake with the reservation and we ended up in a room with only 1 bed. Yeah, it was like a total Griswold family vacation. Needless to say, we were all ready to call it quits and just come home after our first 24 hours in.

Getting involved with someone online is probably not something one should be doing in the first place, but as a socially awkward college student back in 2001, I didn’t see much future elsewhere.

Actually, as an unemployed and still socially awkward fellow a year away from turning 30, I still don’t see much future, but I at least learned my lesson when I went to visit my would-be girlfriend in Arizona. It was bad from the beginning. I elected not to rent a car, thinking that I could just mooch rides off my girl the entire time, so of course I spent the majority of the week locked up in my hotel room. Things only get worse from there as I try to be chivalrous and let her have the only umbrella during a monsoon, agree to visit the University of Arizona’s campus and promptly get left there for hours with nothing to do, and then on the day before I have to go, being told that she does not have any romantic feelings for me. So yeah, wonderful time.

When I was 17 years old, I went on vacation with my friend, Heather, and her parents. We were going to Maryland and I was excited because I’d never been to the ocean before. Our first morning on the way to the beach, Heather’s parents decided to buy us breakfast at Burger King. About 10 minutes after eating, I ran towards the shoreline excited to jump into the waves. It wasn’t long before I was leaning over my boogie board throwing up my breakfast into that beautiful water. The next day, I was back on the boogie board trying to ride a wave into the shore like Heather was. I was overturned by a large wave, and stood up to brush my hair out of my face only to hear Heather yelling from the sand that my top was crooked and I was exposed… and sitting next to me on their surfboards were a slew of 13-14 year old boys, watching intently. Our third day there, boogie boarding yet again, another wave washed over me sending a jellyfish right over my face. I was stung on my eyelid, and when we asked the lifeguard what to do, he said Heather should urinate on it. “On her eye?? I’m not peeing on her eyelid!” she said. He suggested rubbing sand on it, or standing under a cool shower… thanks buddy. Throughout the course of our days at the beach, Heather’s parents urged and urged me to wear sunscreen – I didn’t listen. I never sunburn, I told them. I rode home in the back seat of their pick-up truck trying not to let any part of my skin touch ANYTHING unnecessarily because I was in so much pain… what a GREAT trip ;o) At least I got a good story out of it!

I was in Jamaica visiting family. We decided to go to the beach one day. I was 8 years old. I was stung by a jellyfish and one of the staff had to piss on my leg. Yeah, it sucked.

Wow! I’ve never felt more blessed to have never gone on vacation as an adult. After reading all the jellyfish stories, there is no way in hell I’m going to the ocean. I remember vacations when I was a child though. Like the one where my older sister was pouring coffee for my dad and spilt it all over my socked foot. I was probably 6 or so. The sock stuck to my foot. They had to peel it off. Needless to say. We had to make a side trip to the emergency room. The skin on the top of my foot had bubbled up about an inch high off my foot. That was a very painful vacation. Thankfully I was young enough that while I still remember what it looked like, I don’t remember the pain.

My wife told me that this trailer looks hysterical. I would like to take her to see this!

Thank you!

Hi, I hope you haven’t given out the tickets for this movie yet.
It looks sooo funny. I just saw a commercial on tv and I know I would really like to see this.

I went to Orlando, FL for a trip to Disneyworld, and it stormed most of the time I was there, especially in Epcot. The lightning was frightening!!!!