Eight people in a single fucking tent

Somewhere at the crossroads of pollen, sunburn, bugs, poison ivy, rain, and being crammed into a tiny space with a lot of other people lies this 8-person tent.

Turning into a single humongous itchy hive and then having seven other people breathe down your neck and radiate body heat onto you seems like a great way to begin to hate people you’ve known and loved for years.