WHAT IS THE DEAL?! Well as you may have heard, this year Spring Break was crazy as hell. So crazy that it took me 3 days to recover from the massive hangover. I'm not even kidding, for some weird reason I couldn't think, function, or even SLEEP! It sucked ass, I would wake up every 30 minutes, sweatin like mad, but freezing cold. Recovery is a bitch. For the record, the Miramar is tight, well worth the $100 a night, but kinda ghetto. You DO have to pay for ice (wtf?). But now on to the update:
Wednesday 3/13/02 - We left around 8:30am from San Marcos. Me, Angie, Vanessa, Shannon, Kevin, Britney, Jeff D, Mike V, Jeff B, Byron, Alex, & Mante. It took about 5 hours to get there. The weather was perfect. We got there & went straight to the beach to set up the SWT flag (we had the only SWT flag this year again.) We couldn't check in until 4pm. Well, the beach was packed full of fine girls, loud ass music, beer bongs, kegs, everyone got trashed. Bob, Abel, Chrissy, & Mandy made their appearance. Along them was Mike G, Jeff D, James, Coffeehouse, Danny & Randy. Then we met up with Fred, T, & Raymond. Then Steve W, Katie, Mike W, and this nutty ass dude named Jason came. I cant even remember who else we saw. Too many people were there. So we left the beach about 6pm, took showers, drank some beers, and headed to Louie's Club. There was a live performance by Toya, pretty good too. Also keep in mind that everyone split up, so this is all from my drunken perspective. Already, we were way gone, but it got worse. Next came what they later called a "panic attack". They say I was freaking out talkin gibberish, saying I had to roll out b/c it was so crowded in there. But in my mind, I was trashed, and was bored as hell cause I was chillin with a bunch of dudes! The after-party for me was at Fred's balcony. This is where the funnest shit went down all week. If you know these dudes, they are the funniest cats in the world. So I dont rememeber crashin that night...
Thursday 3/14/02 - Woke up to a very nice day, & drank on the way to Denny's to eat. Went and bought a beer bong, drank some more, hit the beach at noon. Set up the flag, dug out a "sand hot tub" for about 10 people to sit in. Mad props to whoever thought that shit up. This was the Tug-o-war day. Shannon & Vanessa won 2 rounds, but lost to UT in the finals, great job girls! We met up with Mike M & Wade and also John Reeves was there. My neighbors Lauren & Martha showed up. A girl from the class I teach popped up. Anyway, this was my drunkest day at the beach, and I don't remember much except what the video shows. I need to develop my pictures :) So I guess I ended up at the hotel around 5ish. Then we walked about a mile (suck) to Charlie's/Schlitterbahn to see "Flickerstick" whoever that is...some band. Kevin and Britney got to hang out at their hotel afterwards. Well we all got GONE, that night was crazy. I'm not sure what happened when we got back. I'm sure it had party & alcohol involved. Oh yeah, before we hit the club, Jeff had passed-assed-out. So of course, they messed him all up with shaving cream, shampoo, toothpaste, & all that. Well he woke up pissed off, and threw his Timberland at someone and it went straight out the hotel window. Yeah that cost them the deposit for the week. Then I tried to pour some vodka into Doe's mouth while he was passed out. I guess he thought it was water b/c he liked it. So now James is called "Crazy-sunburn-man", Randy is called "Toilet-paper-man", Jeff D is called "The-timberland-tosser" and Coffeehouse is called "Coffeehouse", Mike G is aka "Ghetto-child". I'm not sure if I had a nickname, but it would prolly be "Throwed-Tim", "Drunk-Dogass" or "Plastered-Player".
Friday 3/15/02 - This morning we just got ready for the beach and hit McDonalds on the way. We set up the flag...except I had no shovel..where was Kevin with that thing!? So I used a beer can until some guys from Tech offered theirs. Today, was the nicest weather all week. Most of the video footage Mike V got is from this day. Just the same beach shit again. I cant seem to think of much more to say...except bad-ass. That night I went with Raymond to Tequila Frogs. It sucked. I was way to drunk to stand up. So I sat in the bar, and called my whole phone list. If I called you...this is when it was. If you called me...sorry I was too drunk to talk. I hear that when I stumbled back to the hotel, I was by myself just wandering the streets. I have no idea. I think most people stayed at the club, but I went back to the hotel for a while to sober up, then went for a late night beach walk. Mike V, Jeff B, Alex, & Mante all hit up a wet Tshirt contest. I'm not sure where the rest of the crew was. When we made it back I crashed out on Fred's couch after laughing so hard I thought I died. Its hard to explain how the words "Billllllly Waaaaaagner" can be so funny, but I can tell you in person, not over the internet. I'm gonna have to add some more to this later I can see.
Saturday 3/16/02 - Woke up, drank, ate some BBQ from shitty place next door. Hit the beach. ABSOLUTELY SUCKED. No Coca-Cola contests, no MUSIC, MAAAAAAAD dudes, I was drunk, but it still sucked. I'm not even gonna describe how shitty it was. One cool thing was the riot. A huge fight broke out between UT and OU. This lead to mad beer bottles being thrown from 50 yards into the crowd. Choppers came in to bust it up, nothing would stop it. We were scared to get ass kicked by all the Locals from Matamoros, so we left the beach. This night turned out to be great though. We hit Charlie's again, to see Robert Earl Keen (is that spelled right?), but there was a foam party, mad bikini girls and hooked up with some girls from Panama (remember that Doe?) Anyway, the high peak of the night was of course... Coffeehouse. That fool got crazy trashed, off all kinds of drank. He busted a puke so big it could fill a fish tank. Twice. The cops came to escort him to the truck. "yes officer, we will take him home"...meaning..."yes officer, he can sleep in the back of the truck until we are ready to go". Sorry Coffee, it was just classic comedy. The after party was with some cool people we met at the Miramar from Austin. I left at 6:30am, and those dudes were still drinkin. I heard some of the best jokes I ever heard. I cant remember 1 though. I remember some locals from "Matamoros" tried to give me & Kevin and ice chest full of beer. We opened the chest, it looked like they had walked the beach and picked up every one of the beers. Not ONE was full. Then this one local tried to start a fight b/c we called his "Versace" belt fake. So what does he do? He throws it at us...tries to cuss us out in english. But we are laughing so hard b/c we cant understand his ass. So we start to call everyone "Whey" all night. Someone will have to fill me in some more what happenend that night, but I think it really freaked Kevin out because he slept with a Rambo knife under his pillow! LOL
Sunday 3/17/02 - Well, checkout is at 11am. Mike G is asleep at 11am. We are in the car at 11am. The ride home was very long. But the trip was well worth it. If I need to add anything to this....let me know....peace.
