so erica lives across the street from me. well maybe like four streets. but in such a world that you meet someone online and the chances that they live ACROSS THE STREET, is beautiful. i remember when we met. she was a scared little girl who never met up with a stranger she talked to via the internet. she suggested a well lit coffee shop in the middle of the day. JUST IN CASE i was a serial killer. obvi.
anyway. after stories of sorority functions, tequila shots, tattoos, i knew we would be fast friends. and this story made it so much more apparent. if you want to have a SOLID spring break, go to your local sorority house and ask to tag along.
hi cheerios and beer readers! my name is erica and i blog over at pocket full of chuckles. i met whitney a few months ago through this little blogging community and now we're bff's. i was of course delighted when she asked me to do a guest post and then when she told me to write about my favorite spring break memory, it just solidified our friendship even more.
i'm going to tell you a story about one night during a spring break trip and how me and my friend, jose, no longer hang out.
it was spring 2004. i was in my freshman year of college at west virginia university (go 'eers!) and a group of my high school girlfriends and i traveled to classy cancun. typical spring break destination at the time.
|getting silly at the hotel|
if you go on spring break then you're ultimately setting yourself up to doing really terrible things to your body. especially at the ripe old age of 18 - you think you are invincible. and i thought i was.
one of our last nights in cancun we went to a club that had an outdoor dance floor on the beach. it was pretty awesome. we were feeling extra good that night - our bodies were tan, we made sure that our hollister skirts were extra short - we knew it was going to be an epic night. a group of boys took notice, invited us up to their "vip" section, and bought us cranberry vodkas. because that's what you drink when you're 18.
then came my friend jose...
|hollister skirts and puka shell necklaces.|
i was so cool.
jose and i had been friends for a while...best friends in fact. so when i saw those bottles come to our "vip" table, i was ecstatic. jose and i were going to get to hang out all night! i knew this would be the epic night that we all wanted. so i thought...
in a matter of 60 minutes i somehow managed - in between all the dancing and flirting - to take nine shots. nine! in one hour! no, i was not forced or dared to take that many shots. i was just an "invincible" 18 year old, on spring break, in mexico. isn't that what you did, too?
|and a tongue ring.|
the girls and i closed out the club, took a dip in the ocean (fully clothed), and safely made it back to the hotel. i'm pretty sure i did some stupid stuff and said plenty of stupid things post shots, but i have NO idea how i managed to NOT get sick. no idea. but to this day the thought and even smell of any kind of tequila makes me cringe. cringe, i tell ya!
i haven't hung out with jose since that "epic" night and i'm not sure if we'll ever be able to reconcile.
and i think i'm okay with that.
i have lost the words for this.
hollister and puka shells. enough said.
erica. you are a legend in my book.
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