Spring Break 1990
Road trip with four other girls from Bowling Green, Kentucky, to Daytona Beach, Florida, in a crammed gold Chevy Baretta that reeked of hair spritzer. Close out the trip by getting kicked out of our room at the Aztec theme beach front Days Inn for having some nice boys from Michigan in our room after midnight after being asked by security to have them leave as they weren’t hotel guests but oops they didn’t leave and then somebody emptied their drink over the balcony and the spittley remains just happened to christen one of those security guards in the head. Spend our last morning in Florida sleeping in our car in a Denny’s parking lot. This was also the trip where I got sh*t on by a seagull as I was talking to some guys and trying to be all cute in a bikini. Did I also mention it was Biker Week?
The blogger at age 20. Same cheesie grin, but skinnier and with five times more hair volume thanks to spritz, my trusty pick, and blow dryer diffuser.
Spring Break 2008
Feel absolutely decadent for going to bed on a Sunday night without setting my bedside jumbo numbers illuminated digital alarm clock. Consider living it up today and requesting extra butter on my popcorn at the matinee of Horton Hears a Who. Thank God the girls are still at the juice box and matinee age, not the overpriced shooters and bikini contest age.
Party on spring breakers. Party on.