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Wed 16 Mar, 2005 09:42 pm
I know, today is St. Patrick's Day. But this thread isn't about that. That is only a one-day party. This thread is dedicated to another seasonal pastime--a full week of loutish drinking and craziness. I'm talking of course, about Spring Break.
I don't remember a lot of the week I went to Daytona in the eighties, but I do remember that me and my fellow semi-nerd friend ended up sharing a room with two monster Silvester Stallone-looking guido dudes. That was the first time I ever smoked pot. I ran into my guido roommate one night when we were both drunk and he yelled, "SMOKE THIS!"
What could I do? I smoked it. I spent the next hour mesmerized by all the little dots that made up the pictures on the TV.
I was drunk most of that week. I would wake up, go to the liquor store, buy a big bottle of whatever I was in the mood for that day (vodka, rum, etc.,) and just walk around drinking it straight out of the bottle all day, except, of course, when I was in a bar or at a wet t-shirt contest on the beach or something...my god, I was such a f*cking lush back then. I remember that the big song back then was "The Roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! We don't need no water let the motherf*cker burn! Burn, motherf*cker, BURN!"
So who else has a story to share?
I never did a spring break trip....
I was at Mardi Gras six or seven years ago, just a nonstop party. The mornings started with bloody marys we kept in the room then we went over a couple of blocks to Bourbon street. The bars seemed to be open 23 hours a day so we just went bar to bar with drinks in hand slamming the old ones so we could get new ones at the next bar. Women and breasts everywhere, making out with girls for thirty cents worth of beads. Sitting back at the beer garden at Patty o's with a hurricane in hand watching wet T-Shirt contests. Most of the weekend remains a drunken haze but as we were driving back to Chicago my friend calls and says they have an opening for the trip to Amsterdam two weeks later... It was a great month.
My friend knows someone who owns a hotel on Bourbon St. Plans are in the works for Mardi Gras next year with a balcony overlooking Bourbon. That is the only way I would go back now, I didn't mind the crowds so much at 22 now I would rather be above them. So to speak.
I think it's the crowds that put me off those types of events. Even at 22.
Yeah the later it got the more crowded it got. We always found a bar to sit back at instead of fighting the masses in the streets.
I guess I have some mild crowd phobia.
My only spring break experience is driving from Madison to Gulf Shores alabama with 8 of my friends to what turned out to be a timeshare in the middle of a retirement community.
There was a lot of quiet drinking done by (almost) all. This was when I first saw the tequilashots off the necks and mouths (body shots?) of the person next to you. Since I had (have) the tolerance of a chipmonk, I did this only once.
Also, there was a quick hooking-up that happened unbeknownst to me so the only remaining damsel was a friend of a friend, not very friendly and very neatfreaky. To ensure this be as awkward as possible, she also requested I lick the salt off of the shoulder of her shirt, and then proceeded to hurl the lemon wedge in my mouth from a safe distance lest we contaminate....
I spent the rest of spring break making sand castles with the grandchildren of the retirees.
Oh, my, spring break again, and right on the heels of bike week.
I think that I saw most of you Daytona breakers last year. That's why the beach is eroding.
Hehehe...I wonder if Daytona is as big a Spring Break hot spot as it used to be.
littlek, if you don't like crowds, you would never be able to take a Yankee ticker tape parade. I went to one the first year I moved here and I have never been in a crowd that big and that packed before in my life.
At a certain point (and this wasn't even anywhere NEAR where the actual parade was) it was so densely packed that my feet were not even touching the ground and I was still being moved along with the crowd. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, but that was when I said, "f*ck this, I'm ootta here!" I love crowds, and usually the bigger the better, but that was a scary moment.
Another story from my Spring Break. Our roommates were huge quido guys, and me and my buddy were regular dorky semi-nerdy guys, but we got along okay.
One night though, after a full day of drinking slowly out of my bottle of Ron Rico 151 proof rum, I ran into the bigger one of my dopey roommates in our hotel. He was already plastered, and so was I.
He obviously figured that since he outweighed me by about a hundred pounds, and since he was so tough, he could easily handle whatever it was that I was drinking. "GIMME THAT!", he said.
I handed him the bottle, he took one quick swig, and immediately ran to the bathroom and started puking up his guts. I loved it. I took my bottle back, downed another swig with a smile, and went on my merry way. It was awesome. Of course, later that week, he tried to tie my up in bedsheets and hang me out the 12th story window, but at that moment, I was the king.
I went on Spring Break once. Isn’t once more than enough. I could tell you all such stories. But being a responsible mom of two young girls – these stories will never get out!!!
I also have stories of traveling to many resorts in the Caribbean once I graduated from college and was working so I had money. Those are even better. The proof with pictures are all going to be hidden so my daughters always believe that they have a very boring mother.
Linkat, you are one wise mom.
Kicky, I cannot picture you as a dork, semi or otherwise.
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