That's me in the back upper left. Okay, okay... that's a lie. |
And while it was not a tequila-fueled, Mexico meets MTV, sexfest of loose clothing and looser morals, we still had a blast. The most memorable moments of which consisted of going to a *real* club in Orlando and being violently sick for three days. However, not (surprisingly) in that order.
Although I must say, after three days of non-stop puking and sucking down ice chips, I rocked that bikini.
Rocked it like a hurricane.
Slight dramatization. |
Seriously ya'll. Watch out for tainted fruit. |
So we drove to Kissimmee, played around in Universal Studios, and made friends with a caricaturist and some ride operator that Liz swore bore a strong resemblance to Johnny Knoxville.
Eh. Maybe if I squint? |
Being young, single, and on spring break, exchanging phone numbers with strangers and getting sketchy directions to a club in an unfamiliar city was clearly the best decision we could have possibly made.
Yet we never saw Le Caricaturist or Pseudo Knoxville again.
Just faces in a crowd... |
It looked like this:
Not the place I want to spend my once-in-a-lifetime vacation. |
Jager bombs! |
It was my first and only true club experience, (somehow I don't feel like Detroit counts). So, though my experience may seem tame to other people, it was pretty damn foreign to me.
And I have never learned so much in such a short period of time.
For starters...
4. Best check yourself at the door.
So, although it seemed a little ridiculous to go through airport-esque security just to get to the booze, it was reassuring to know that my chances of getting stabbed were significantly decreased due to the bouncer's insistence on searching everyone before they walked through the door.
This man has no problem looking you in the eye while patting down your junk. |
Which brings me to my next point...
3. White girls can get all the drugs.
I feel like I should provide a brief description of this particular club: It was the largest, loudest, and most ridiculous party I have ever been to.
And, well... ever play that game, "which one of these is not like the others"?
I think you get the idea. |
Seriously though, there was just copious amounts of ganja. |
My former D.A.R.E instructor would have been proud. Maybe. |
I tried to be funny by saying I only liked cocaine in my morning coffee. To which the guy asked if we wanted to have morning coffee with him. I believe it's #31 on the list of dirty pickup lines.
Yup, walked right into that one. I am an idiot. |
I can't say the same for...
2. Making it Rain.
Imagine taking a portion of your paycheck and just lighting it on fire.
Simply because you can. |
We saw regular dudes "making it rain," by casually tossing money out over the crowd, and the girls were eagerly getting down to snatch it up. No camera crews for a rap video or anything.
Apparently throwing money away just ain't no thang.
Apparently throwing money away just ain't no thang.
"Hundred dolla bills, ya'll!" |
But it was a "no ride-up" guarantee, so I felt justified. |
Meh, whatever.
1. Dirty, dirty dancing
Most of us are familiar with the kind of "dance moves" that go on these days. And I use that term loosely. No doubt Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly are spinning in their graves, but the ol' bump and grind, drop it like it's hot, and variations thereof are here to stay.
Sorry Mr. Kelly. |
Pffft! Haha! Yeah right. People in real life wouldn't do that! |
Especially since I have seen it.
Yup.
Four people. Two couples. Having sex, in public, on the dance floor.
Take a moment to let that sink in.
Liz and I were getting our groove on when I saw her glance over my shoulder. Her expression quickly changed from "party girl having fun" to "completely horrified". She motioned for me to turn and look, I did, and found myself doing a Scooby-Doo double take.
OMG. WTF?! IKR! |
Rooster. A whole flock of 'em. |
And then the two dudes just walked off.
Gross.
To this day I wonder if a kid resulted from that public sex scene. They would be almost four by now.
So. There's that.
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