Another spring break 2002 story

As I said in a previous blog, my favorite activity and purpose of spring break was to get drunk. I also was interested in getting tan and having a lot of fun and meeting cute boys. We had beautiful weather when we were in PCB and went down to the beach everyday. I pretty much drank from the time we got to the beach until I passed out that night. One day, those of us that were sharing beer ran out, but the other girls who weren't drinking much still had plenty. I asked them if we could drink theirs and then I would go buy them another case when we went to WalMart, they got really bitchy but said it was ok. When you are out in the hot sun a cold beer tastes really good. When you are lying down or sitting all day, you don't realize how drunk you get. I got into the ocean a few times with my beer but I always held it up out of the water so I wouldn't get nasty ocean water in it.

One day, I decided to make a beer pyramid out of empty beer cans. This was a tough task because my coordination was off and the sand wasn't even. Finally, I accomplished my task and everyone took pictures. I have them at home but not scanned, or I would put them on here. That same day, we left the beach around dinnertime. Everyone was arguing over who would pull the cooler back to our room. It has wheels on it but you had to drag it through the sand. The other girls we were with weren't drinking much of their beer so the cooler was pretty full too. Finally, I got sick of everyone arguing and grabbed the cooler and pulled it. I couldn't even walk straight before I had to drag the cooler, so it was even more difficult after. Some guy was walking by us and he goes, "are you ok," "oh, you dropped your sunglasses," "oh, you just dropped your keys," "you just dropped your camera." Plus, I fell two times in the midst of this and everyone just let me pull it and kept laughing. There was this wavy, crooked line in the sand from where I pulled the cooler back to our room. Imagine the scenario: after drinking for about 5-6 hours, walking in the sand, pulling a cooler, trying to carry sunglasses, keys, and a camera. That was me.

Oh, spring break...how I miss you so...