Freshman year: So confused. Do I go to Mexico? Instead I went down to Orange County.
I could very well vacation there for the rest of my life. I ended up staying at my friend's fab beach house in Emerald Bay then migrated down the road to Laguna Niguel to another friends house. It was wild. All I remember were hot dogs, beer, overcast, and cranberry-vodka. Woof.
Sophomore year: Cabo. Holy Hell. I can honestly say that besides my last spring break in Paris, those 4 nights 5 days might have been the best days of my life. It was wild. I think I could have done a triathlon after all the time I spent at the Rec.
Well not really, but my stamina was up when we got there. I don't remember eating a whole lot while we were there. I think I would have a margarita for breakfast at Mango Deck along with chips. The rest of the day I would sip on Miami Vices, and other fruity drinks strangers would give to me. Safe right? For YEARS I had watched MTV Spring Break.
Even though it was vulgar, inappropriate, and just out of control, I wanted to be in the audience for Say What Karaoke SO BAD. Cabo literally fulfilled every Spring Break Fantasy I ever had. The bathing suits, beach, tequila, the booze cruise, contests, and everything else were what I dreamed of and more.
Junior Year: Half of the posse was abroad so we decided to venture across the world to Spain and France. Barcelona was literally Vegas on meth. That lifestyle took a toll on me the day after we heard a rumor that everyone stayed out till 6 AM.
The next few days Jessica, Jen, and I roamed the Louvre, Champs de Elysees, and Versailles enjoying the best macaroons France had to offer us. I was in my element to say the least…I'm tempted to write about the best night of mine, and I think Jen's life but what happens in Paris, will go in my sorority senior video. Sorry.
Senior Year: I'm not going to lie. I considered Cabo, or some type of Mexican getaway. But it's almost too sacred to go back. There would be too many comparisons and re-enactments. I also don't have the stamina like I did sophomore year. Shots don't go down as easy, and lets just say I am DEFINITELY not ready for a triathalon.
Europe is just out of the question unless I acquire a large sum of money in the next week and a half. So. I am going to New York. And I'm EXTATIC. I have a feeling that this trip will be one for the books. But only time will tell. Xoxo, Gossip gigs.