Way back in the spring of 2000 when all my friends were in college, I took my one and only overhyped Spring Break party trip. We stayed in a couple of cabins at a KOA campground for next to nothing, took a few trips to Daytona beach, fucked around and whatnot. To be honest: I was normally drunk or stoned anyway, Daytona was one long strip of head shops and frat kids, and the weather was overcast most of the week. It didn't suck, but it wasn't any sort of magical nonstop party (MTV, you promised bared tits and alcohol flowing from the faucets!).
But that's not what set a precedent. The day we left, I started feeling...off. We packed up about 8 or 9 in the morning, and by the time we pulled out of the camp I was doubled over in my friend's backseat. I didn't get out when we stopped at the beach for a while. I didn't even smoke the whole trip back, 10+ hours. We got back at 1 a.m. that night and I went straight to the E.R.
Fucking kidney stones!
I hindsight, it could've been much worse; I was sure it was a burst appendix. Nevertheless, once I started college a few years later and had my own legitimate spring break, I would be cursed with illness every single time. Usually it's a sinus infection, since the weather starts swinging 20 degrees twice a day and allergens are reintroduced around March. Three years ago it was a double case of strep (which, at 26, I'd never gotten before). Last year, miraculously, I was fine- although my SO was in Germany and I had no money to do anything with.
We were supposed to go to the zoo today, and of course I'm blessed with an abundance of snot and a desire to do nothing but sleep. I just want to see some fucking bears. I don't think that's too much to ask.
But that's not what set a precedent. The day we left, I started feeling...off. We packed up about 8 or 9 in the morning, and by the time we pulled out of the camp I was doubled over in my friend's backseat. I didn't get out when we stopped at the beach for a while. I didn't even smoke the whole trip back, 10+ hours. We got back at 1 a.m. that night and I went straight to the E.R.
Fucking kidney stones!
I hindsight, it could've been much worse; I was sure it was a burst appendix. Nevertheless, once I started college a few years later and had my own legitimate spring break, I would be cursed with illness every single time. Usually it's a sinus infection, since the weather starts swinging 20 degrees twice a day and allergens are reintroduced around March. Three years ago it was a double case of strep (which, at 26, I'd never gotten before). Last year, miraculously, I was fine- although my SO was in Germany and I had no money to do anything with.
We were supposed to go to the zoo today, and of course I'm blessed with an abundance of snot and a desire to do nothing but sleep. I just want to see some fucking bears. I don't think that's too much to ask.