This post is a wee bit delayed, but I've been trying to be studious lately... and Twilight has become an obsession. I know.. lame, right? Anywho... spring break was like OSU invades Panama City Beach. I never thought that I would spend money to travel 1000+ miles away to hang out with the same people for a week. Not saying that it wasn't fun or eventful, just a bit ironic.
To start the vaca, we stopped at the world's largest liquor store in the only state that would ever allow it... Kentucky. What else would you expect from a state south of the Mason-Dixon Line? Since I was a young child I've always really wanted to ride in one of those motorized scooters at the grocery store but was never allowed. Now that I was a gimp, all my dreams came true... I finally got to ride in the handicap scooter around a liquor store the size of Walmart. After we bought more alcohol than any group of people should ever consumer, we continued our journey to the "Red Neck Riviera", via a stop in ATL at FratBoy's house.
Day 1:
The next morning we woke bright and early to start the final trek to PCB. We arrived in the early hours of the afternoon. I soon as I saw my fellow StudentShitty peeps and the Rockstar trucker hats, I knew I was home. We get to the parking lot of our hotel, AFree whips out her newly purchased double beer bong to start the trip off right, and without a moment's notice some douchebag hotel guy snags it from her. C'mon buddy, get over yourself... just because you're too old to keep up doesn't mean you have to ruin our good time. Then we make our way to the beach and before you know it we're all blacked out. This was also about the time when i started getting comments like "What happened to your foot?" or "Look at the girl with the cast!"... Cool guys. Also, note to self... It's a bad idea to get drunk then try to check into your hotel because chances are something will get messed up. Never fails. We finally got into our room and it was NOT what we expected. So, because I'm such a rational person when I'm drunk, I took matters into my own hands and proceeded to bitch out the people at the front desk. Obviously they couldn't do much because we didn't book the rooms directly thru them, so one of the ladies got be a beer to calm me down... smart, aid the already angry, intoxicated girl. The StudentShitty people finally showed up and I gave them a piece of my mind. Who the hells knows what I said, but I guess I got thru to them. In actuality, I feel like they just paid me off so I would leave them alone. After that mess I just passed out for the night... laaammmme.
Days 2-4:
The beginning to the true spring break experience. These 3 days were, for a lack of better words, ridiculous. We would wake up early and go to Walmart. Once there I would find my handicap cart, with the extremely loud back-up beeping, and we would venture to find supplies for the next few days (e.g. beer, boxed wine, foul food, etc.). Within minutes of getting back to the hotel and wrapping up my cast, we headed for the beach. Now, bear with me because the days are a little bit of a blur. All I know is that I think I met some people other than the ones I already knew, but I couldn't for the love of God tell you any of their names. The days consisted of beering bonging, trying to get sand out of my house, and going up to The Treehouse to take shots that I'm sure we really needed. It was during this time that my bbm contacts increased, new nicknames were created, and I found my twin that I was separated from at birth (or so my friends like to say). Much to the demise of my friends and I (they probably won't be too thrilled that I'm throwing this is here) we had quite an amazing diet. Not only did we drink like frat boys, but one could say that we ate like them as well. In the matter of 3 or 4 days we went through our body weights in macaroni, noodles, pizza, pizza rolls, Cheez Its, chips, salsa, queso, etc. The worst thing about this was there was absolutely no way I could work out if I even wanted to due to my bum foot. At night, when we managed to make it out of our room we would rage in The TH or for those of us that wanted to dare to go to the bar, we would stubble next door. I thought I was slick and could drink under, but boy was I wrong. Bars in PCB are the hein... sorry that I'm not.
Days 5 & 6:
Detox. At this point my liver was giving out and my body was working harder to repair my foot than at trying to keep me from dying of alch poisioning. There was a chill in the air and no one felt like drinking, so we decided to be classy and go out to dinner with some of the boys. With that being said, we should never be allowed to plan any social outing ever again. We show up at a restaurant that was actually nice, but we felt so out of place. We decided that we weren't quite that classy so we walked down the strip to a sub par seafood joint which I'm pretty sure made most of us ill. We took that night easy for the most part, except the next day (weather wise) pretty much sucked. Even though the weather was aids, the brews were popped at 9:37am. Not human. We played a power 3-hour which I'm sure borders the line of alcoholism, but we obvi didn't care. This lasted the better part of the day until we finally decided to leave our room and visit the little ones. I couldn't tell you exactly what we did there, all I know is that "Good Day" played on repeat and I think I did the Stanky Legg.
Day 7:
Last day of SB 09. Another rainy day, so we pondered for 4 hours about whether we should leave or not. We decided to leave and drive through the night... we just missed the O Patio and Pub that much. On the journey we thought that Tom Tom was leading us on a death path through the back country of Alabama and Igg swore she saw a bear. Finally we get to an actually highway and then the signs for Whataburger show up... YES! Once again, dreams do come true. Continuing on the drive, I Googled every major city we went through for no apparent reason at all other than to annoy the 3 girls I was with. Sorry gihls... Finally, in the wee hours of the morning (10 am Chorpenning time), we arrive in Cbus and have never been so happy. Now that we were back, I spend the entire day laying around and watching the Hills. Finally, that evening the SB 09 crew is semi-reunited to rage at the O. Spring break couldn't have ended on a better note.
With all that being said I've realized a few things:
- A neon colored cast may not keep out the Gulf Coast sand, probably won't be able to keep up with my life (duct tape was holding it together by the end), and surely doesn't match much, but it won't keep me down
- I still only have one dance move... the fist pump
- Fake IDs don't work everywhere
- Every bar is not the OPP
- My friends and I will travel 1000s of miles to hang with the same people
- Although a cast is great convo starter, that's about where the benefit ends
- All Sonics should be open 24 hrs
- If I went to school near a beach I would never survive
- On a rainy day in Ohio you just sit around and do nothing... On a rainy day in PCB you do the same but for some reason drinking has to be involved
- New fun drunken activity: slingshot
- Our house next year will more than likely be called The Treeg
- We are not real
- Next year I'm not going on spring break with 60 of my closest friends
