Unfortunately these goals came at a price: being subjected to catcalls and enduring wet T-shirt contests.
I knew Spring Break would be a little wild and crazy, but no more than I had witnessed at Myrtle Beach during Senior Beach Week. In Florida, there were only more beads, Confederate flags and boobs.
The Queen Bees never showed our goodies for some beads, but my friend and her friends from school managed to find a better use for their tas, entering wet T-shirt contests and flashing bartenders for drinks.
They are some really cool girls, and even as we cheered them on during the contests, I couldn't help but think how degrading it was for women. But then again, my friend was getting me free drinks, so I didn't complain.
Our sextet enjoys having some drinks and dancing but not enough to spend a lot to get into a club. That took Spinnakers and La Villa out of our places-to-go list, but we found a nice, less expensive club.
Latitudes was a fun club with a huge bar and plenty of room to dance, either inside or outside on the deck that overlooked the gulf. Underage kids were allowed in for $5 and indulged rigorously thanks to lax carding habits and a lack of ageism.
Our time there was great, but so was the walk back with my friend Stephanie. We had a few drinks, and when she tried to smuggle one out in her pants, Steph fell and found herself sprawled out on the wooden steps of the club.
As she hobbled back to the motel with me, she also managed to fall multiple times because I kept making her laugh. Every time she'd end up on the ground, we'd draw a crowd of spectators, especially when she tried to go to the motel next door.
To be honest, time spent laying out on the beach, the drive down and hanging out in the motel were the highlights of the trip.
