Home sweet and silent home
Thursday, March 29th, 2007Acapulco was an awesome experience, and I’m sure it will reverberate through my life in one form or the other for years to come.
As much as I enjoyed the 22 days of indescribable noise, debauchery, and never-ending parties, I am happy to come back to a place of sanity. As I lay on my bed, I keep thinking, it doesn’t seem real to be home. This has to be some sort of daydream. I keep waiting on some frat boys to start a chant while one of their comrades hangs upside down with beer pouring out of his nose, or some other equally intelligent alternative. But it never comes. In fact, I haven’t seen one person passed out face down in a puddle of last night’s Corona since I’ve been home! I went to the mall today and the women were wearing clothes, not just brightly colored pieces of string - strange.
There, now that I have your attention, I can tell you the truth about Spring Break.
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