Spring Break "Oh Niner"

Before I begin, I had no idea anybody reads this, or that I was linked by any other blogger. However, Karen and others; you motivated me to write about my recent spring break trip instead of making phone calls at work. So here it goes. By the way, if you have a blog when you comment, you should totally let me know. I'm always interested in reading what junk other people write about.

Toga Toga Toga Toga was shouted as 20+ of us we’re storming down the narrow hallway on the Ghetto fabulous Carnival Elation. We headed to dinner decked out in Toga’s (borrowed from our cabins). Kyle shaved to make his mustache “Pop” while others sported the natural shag rug look upon their chests. As we approached the dining area, we noticed the hosts did not like our attire so we quickly rushed to our dinner seats playing it off as if the dress code of the evening was a white sheet. We lasted less than a minute and, as we were escorted out, we could hear children and retirees alike chanting “Toga” and cheering profusely. This wasn’t just a typical vacation. Oh no, it was Spring Break “Oh Niner”. Some traditions from Spring Break “Oh Ocho” prevailed such as: Toga Night, The Formal Wear Swim, and toooooo much Diet Coke. Our large group was noticeable around the entire boat and we made sure to be noticed. The pregnated vomit carpet brought back memories of the “Worst Date Ever”, but the strange stench didn’t deter us from having a great time. Of course, out of respect for the long unspoken rule of “what happens on spring break stays on spring break” I will briefly recap the few days to spark the memories of those who went on the trip and stimulate the non-participants curiosity.

The first half of the week wasn’t too exciting for me. I had to work and let the official Spring Breakers run free in my house or err…….garage. The night before the cruise, the majority showed up to my house. There was one conclusion made after half of the group decided to take the hotel route instead of B-Dizzle’s floor. My house is not a Hostel, and although I live in Orange County, we don’t care about eating somewhere where we can “be seen”. Usually those people who want to be seen have fake boobs or Affliction T-shirts.

The second half of the week spring break was in full swing as we boarded the Elation out of San Diego. Mexico was interesting and we brought souveniors bracelets that read “Sexy Lebian”, “Big Hary Ball”, “Big Hassole”, and “Fist Fuker”. Those Mexicans sure know how to spell. Back on the boat the excitement magnified.

Although I wasn’t the only one sporting the Euro-trash look, everywhere I turned I would hear someone yell “Speedo-Boy!” It might have been the participation in the hairy chest competition that deemed my Euro look to be quite famous. Well after: Togas, mustaches, Speedos, dancing, vomit, wrestling masks, amazing ice cream, 80 year old lap dancing, and 3 days at home sick recovering, it was time to go back to the grind of work, school, while my social life fell back into hibernation.