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So I just got back from the airport. I had such a good time In FL. Friday, my flight, haha, ok, there was this guy there who was obviously very not stable, and I was talking to this lady about it being my first time flying alone, and he kept chiming in like he was hillarious. Then he was like "do you drink? it would make the situation a lot better if you did" and the lady i was talking to was like uhh..shes 16....and it was funny, then he was like "where are you sitting?" and I told him and he was like "oh my god..." and gets on the phone with his girlfriend and was like "on the plane, im sitting next to a girl named sam adams who is 16 and has never flown alone..im going to make her like a living hell" (then he laughed and hung up) But when we actually got on the plane, his girlfriend called again, and asked to talk to me where she was like "im so sorry you had to sit next to him, disregard anything he has to say" haha. So that was my plane ride. For 3 freaking hours I got hick jokes and sexest comments. yay for planes. But when I got into Ft. Lauderdale, Crystal and I met my family right from the airport (me=looked like death) at this really fancy restaurant outside on the water. I started to feel really really sick from the heat and almost passed out, so Crystal brought me home, where she made me drink a lot of water and I felt better...so we decided to go out for a drink. bad idea. Hanging out with all of her 21 year old friends was fun, but for a little 16 year old to pretend she is of the age to drink--was messy. I was fine until I got home, stumbled and puked. Saturday, we did a lot of shopping, I got a lot of clothes and such. Sunday was Easter/my birthday, which was fun, I woke up to an easter basket and a bunch of presents, which was interesting because i had completly forgotten it was my birthday until i saw the presents and such. A lot of family and friends of the family came over and we all ate entirely too much food, and then they sang and did the cake thing, which was really nice. Monday we babysat one of Crystal's friend's daughter, who was 1 1/2, and the most perfect child ever known to man. She didnt cry once, was so smart, wicked lovable...yeah. That night, we went out to a bar. Bad idea. Before we went out, crystal and i drank a bottle of wine, so i was a tiny bit unstable...but then we went to the bar, i had more to drink then i should ever even think about, crystal's friend had to nearly carry me out to the cadillac, which i spend the next like 30 min puking violently out of. when i got home, crystal tried to put me to bed, but as soon as the lights were out, i was running into the bathroom and throwing up. the next morning i had a hangover like nobody's buisness. I couldnt move/eat/drink/hardly talk. but i tried to go out to lunch with my nana and papa...they had to bring me home because i couldnt do anything but wish i was dead. when i got home, i slept, woke up, felt a little better, but i had to get ready to go out to this italian restaurant for my papa's birthday. I got all dressed up, went out, had to run to the bathroom in my high heels and puke. awesome. i coudnt eat, so i brought food home, and ate about one forkfull of pasta which made me wish i didnt. after that, crystal's friend came over, we all hung out, then after he left crystal and i layed in bed for a while and talked...then we went to sleep. When I flew home today, when i got to the airport me and my mother nearly attacked eachother...it was such a happy moment. That is my vacation. aside from the drunkness and lack of nutrition, there were a lot of cute little lizards. :) And I did get to lie by the pool a few times, which was really nice...It was really relaxing :) I had such a good time, I am so greatful to be able to go...my family is amazing.