Spring Break Day 1

Jake, you did good son. You did good. Our Condo is right on the Gulf Shore. The Sand shines white, and the air smells fresh. Overcast skies cast a slightly dreary aura on the day, but temperatures in the high seventies more than made up for it. Upon arriving, Jake laid down the ground rules, and we mostly ignored everything he said.

After daddy let us go, we rushed the beach and set up a game of ultimate. The sand provides a soft landing for layouts, but the jagged shells provide quite the opposite. A couple of us ended up with sweet scratch marks. Joel’s team won the game (big surprise there). The wind was blowing at about 30 mph, and ironically, more upwind points were scored than downwind.

After the game was finished, about six of us ran into the Gulf. Cold doesn’t even begin to describe it, but you get used to it fast. Three girls approached Miles, B rad, Austin, and Dave. No deals were closed, but they did spend a lot of time in the water together. Being competitors, we set up a competition involving our social skills. Basically, you get more points for being more “social” with members of the opposite sex. No one has scored any points yet, mostly do to the fact that I’m spoken for and therefore not competing.

Food tab: $140. Beverage Tab: $200. Obviously, we perfectly allocated our capital. We decided to start our vacation off right by competing in a Tour de Franzia. We headed out to the beach about 9:00 pm. We met some girls from Kansas State earlier that evening and invited them to party with us. They showed up to our box wine race about a half hour into the contest. Joel, at my suggestion, had begun to tell stories to pass the time. Most of his stories revolved around Pappy. Yours truly told a few as well. Even a couple of the girls got in on the fun.

At some point, a group of high-schoolers walked by and tried to score some of libations. We agreed that if they told us a good enough story, we’d give ‘em a beer. They couldn’t even start a story. We heckled them until they left us alone. Stupid kids.

The teams for Tour de Franzia were divided into the short team, the big team, and the middle men. J ko’s strategy of drinking as much as you can right before you throw up paid off well for the short team. Unfortunately, it did not pay well for J ko’s stomach.

At about 11pm, Cole suggested we move inside to play drinking games. Quite a few of the girls joined us, and we had a pretty solid night. Bonges enjoyed himself a little bit more than others. He kept talking about how he wanted to put caesar salad dressing in and around some girl’s mouth. Charlie worked his Superman charm and got a few numbers.

Three and a half cases of Keystone and a liter of Sangria later, we all passed out around 1:30 am.