Spring
Break Caliente For the Hell of it me and a few friends flew to Cancun? There were 8 of us total (all females) and some of the girls really had the week of their lives. The night of the Booze Cruise was by far my most interesting night. We got to the island after drinking many Coronas and whatever that red drink was on the boat. My friends were acting pretty wild and the drinks were flowing even faster once we got on the island and got some food in us. Once the show/skits started, it was all downhill. Maria won the wet T-shirt contest and Tanya won the "Most Sunburned Contest." After the skits, we returned by boat back to Fat Tuesdays where the dancing started. I was on the top level of some sort of steps or bleachers grooving to the tunes when suddenly I was pinned behind some football player. I remember his hands roaming around to certain personal places on my body so I kicked him in the juevos making it look like a mistake. As he dropped to the floor I shimmied away when all of a sudden another guy was behind me basically doing the same thing. I elbowed him in the throat. Finally I managed to make friends with a decent guy and we decided to head to the beach to get some fresh air. When a crowd of onlookers begin trailing us down the beach we decided to go back to his hotel to get the keys to his speedboat but we needed some sort of wrist band and couldn't get in. We had to improvise and I ended up flashing a security guard and eventually having to walk around back and climb some fence by the pool. We got the keys and went out on the water where we lay on the deck and looked at the stars. It was very peaceful. We both fell asleep after who knows how long and when I woke up in the morning we had drifted all the way down the coast into some inlet where shrimp fishermen where hauling in their nets. The thought of going back to Cancun didn't appeal to us so we gassed up, bought some food and a few cases of Coronas and headed for San Diego.
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