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I go on spring break next week and all I can think about is what I will buy down in Panama City Beach and how to eliminate tan lines.
Also:
The boyfriends birthday is the day after we come back. He is not going on spring break
Note:Must update journal more frequently, because readers are entirely unaware that there is even a boyfriend in the picture. Also they are unaware that he has been there for a good 4 months or so.
and,
I am not looking forward to trying to walk down to the store on the corner at 11 at night for jaw breakers, and have to endure stumbling 19-year-olds that smell strongly of cheap beer and shitty liquor. And the crowds of college guys that have dips of tobacco in their lips that make them look as if they are in one of those tribes in Africa or South America(wherever which) that stretch their lips.
I know, terribly attractive.
You know, I would not be so reserved about this trip if it werent for the fact that our small Michigan town has just celebrated St. Patty's Day. And I have had my fair share of walking down the street, passing by crowds of people positively sweating Guinness and Jameson Whiskey.
Only in our town, we don't wait until later to start getting slooshed. No, we instead line Center Avenue with Beer tents, and throw large parties with famous Irish bands and green Jell-O shots.
Oh and Cotton Candy for the kids.
Our town has made a holiday of drinking and partying, bigger than Christmas.
I am, of course, ashamed by this, and yet...a part of me is slightly proud, which shows you that I call this drinking, partying, inbred city my hometown.
Cheers, everyone.
So you can see my lack of excitement here. And you know the sad part?
You would think that going to such a fantastically notorious spring break town such as Panama City Beach would show you the variety of people out there, make you feel like you are only exaggerating the horridness of your town because--Look! Other people are getting schnockered too!--but I arrive here in this town....
And who do we run into?
A Bay Citian. One of us.
It's inevitable that at any given foam party you go to, there are at least 10 Bay City people.
Once again everyone...
Cheers.
Also:
The boyfriends birthday is the day after we come back. He is not going on spring break
Note:Must update journal more frequently, because readers are entirely unaware that there is even a boyfriend in the picture. Also they are unaware that he has been there for a good 4 months or so.
and,
I am not looking forward to trying to walk down to the store on the corner at 11 at night for jaw breakers, and have to endure stumbling 19-year-olds that smell strongly of cheap beer and shitty liquor. And the crowds of college guys that have dips of tobacco in their lips that make them look as if they are in one of those tribes in Africa or South America(wherever which) that stretch their lips.
I know, terribly attractive.
You know, I would not be so reserved about this trip if it werent for the fact that our small Michigan town has just celebrated St. Patty's Day. And I have had my fair share of walking down the street, passing by crowds of people positively sweating Guinness and Jameson Whiskey.
Only in our town, we don't wait until later to start getting slooshed. No, we instead line Center Avenue with Beer tents, and throw large parties with famous Irish bands and green Jell-O shots.
Oh and Cotton Candy for the kids.
Our town has made a holiday of drinking and partying, bigger than Christmas.
I am, of course, ashamed by this, and yet...a part of me is slightly proud, which shows you that I call this drinking, partying, inbred city my hometown.
Cheers, everyone.
So you can see my lack of excitement here. And you know the sad part?
You would think that going to such a fantastically notorious spring break town such as Panama City Beach would show you the variety of people out there, make you feel like you are only exaggerating the horridness of your town because--Look! Other people are getting schnockered too!--but I arrive here in this town....
And who do we run into?
A Bay Citian. One of us.
It's inevitable that at any given foam party you go to, there are at least 10 Bay City people.
Once again everyone...
Cheers.