When the locals want to cut loose and let their heart rates return to somewhat human levels, where do they go? The Sufferlandrian Coast.
Paddleboats! Ice cream! Limbo contests! None of that!
White sand beaches, crystal blue waters, froofy drinks festooned with umbrellas: None of these things exist here at all.
What you will find is the glorious expanse of the great Lactic Acid Sea, stretching before you like the hopelessness of your competitors’ chances for victory.
While others work for the weekends, Sufferlandrians work until the weak ends.