It’s the Monday after Spring Break and I still feel so wasted, even though I’ve been back from my beach vacation for two days already. It was just that wild. Basically Spring Breakers wild. But instead of Selena Gomez, Vanessa Hudgens, and James Franco getting turnt, it was my mom, my dad, and I totally wrecking shit. Spring Break 2016 forever!
I don’t even know where to start. It was all a blur, especially because my mom had to wake me up at 7:30 am for our flight and I went to bed at 11, so I didn’t get a good full 12 hours of sleep. When I don’t sleep enough, I just feel really groggy and it kind of leaves me feeling hazy for the rest of the day. But I still managed to look fly as hell for the flight!
When we arrived to Aruba later that afternoon, I was ready to party right away! I hit the beach with my crew in tow, scanning the different crowds to see who was rttu (ready to turn up, trying to make this acronym a thing). It was seriously lit; the beach was filled with families with at least one screaming toddler. It was so loud, I had to find a beach chair and lie down immediately. I straight up passed out!
Things got even crazier when I went to go sit at the pool. I was reading Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood and it was getting so intense. Perry Smith just admitted to killing the whole Clutter family with Dick Hickock. I mean I knew they did it, but he just confessed without any feelings of guilt or remorse. Seriously messed up.
After spending a safe amount of time under the sun, I went back inside to rest before dinner. We Greenbergs like to start our raging nights really late – we weren’t eating dinner until 8 pm! I had to close my eyes for a bit so that I would be prepared to have a least 2 glasses of wine with my meal.
10 pm rolls around and I am just filled with regret and a pounding headache. I drank my two glasses of wine like they were water. Speaking of water, I probably needed to drink a ton so I wouldn’t have a nasty hangover from all the wine I just imbibed. I also ate way too much. I knew I was going to get a stomachache, but this was Spring Break. There wasn’t time for tummy aches and gas pains. Only time for raging!
We headed back to the hotel, riding in our cab in total style. Needing to feel the ocean breeze on my face and needing to hold in the mahi mahi I just ate, I asked my mom to roll the windows all the way down. With the night still young, we decided to hit the slot machines in the casino at our hotel. Even though this was my first time ever stepping inside of a casino, I was a natural when it came to gambling. I chose a slot machine that had a cartoon pig on it, inserted $10, and was ready to bet the night away. When I was up $11, I decided to call it a night. I was rolling in straight cash; I didn’t want to push my luck. Happy with my success in the casino, but still with a slight headache and stomachache, I fell asleep at 11:30 pm.
This was my routine for the rest of the week. I’m surprised I made it out alive. It was so worth it though because I know 20 years from now, I’m going to look back on my wild days and think, “Yeah, I was the shit!”
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