I've only gone anywhere for spring break once (unless you count Ann Arbor with my family when I was 12) and that was a couple of years ago. I won't bore you with the details of the flight down; minor mechanical problems, but uneventful (BTW- grenadine bottles WILL leak when in an unpressurized cabin, and it WILL make a mess. Don't ask me how I know.)
Second day in FL, and it's storming. Rain, lightning, 10' breakers on the beach taunting us from our ground floor hotel room. After a few hours of this, Wisconsin and I (all of us neighbors just identified ourselves from where we were from; Kentucky was nextdoor, Sweeden (don't ask, those guys were NUTS!) was above us, and Wisconsin was nextdoor, but I digress) decided we weren't going to let mother nature ruin our spring break. So we all just ran out into the water. In the driving rain, lighting, wind, cold. Fully clothed. Did I mention the largest body of water I'd been in until this point was the local pond? And that I had consumed my half of a bottle of Malibu?
We pull ourselves out, and decide now is a good time to play some vollyball with a bunch of girls who have ventured out. Why not? My buddy decides to join us by now. After little while of this, we decide we're all cold, and it's time to go in. Better wash that sand off. (remember that bottle of Malibu? my buddy drank the other half)
So what do we do, but run back into the gulf. My buddy this time doesn't stop at the surf, and neither do I. That first breaker hit us and drove us down into the sand. When we popped back up and next thing we know, we're standing up, 10 yards off shore. Then the next breaker hits us, mouthfull of sand, and we're now 30 yards off shore. OK, not fun anymore. It took us 20 minutes to swim/walk our way back to the beach. And now we're also about 500 yards south of where we entered the water. That was a LONG, cold walk back. We get back, expecting everyone to be worried about us, after seeing us get swept out and almost drowned and all. Nobody even realized we were gone! And someone had the nerve to ask us why we were dripping wet!
By far, the dumbest alcohol induced thing I've EVER done. And that includes the bar brawl we got into 5 months prior.
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