So... back from Tampa. Everything was spectacular except for a little bit of drama. Upon arrival to the hotel, we relaxed for a couple minutes before going to IHOP for some early evening breakfast/ dinner. No shit, I ate more than I've ever eaten before:
-1 eight oz sirloin
-3 eggs overeasy
-1 plate of hashbrowns
-2 pieces of white toast
-1/2 (approx) "funnel cake carnival" (Seriously, it was like a party in my mouth. Everybody came.) with strawberry topping and whipped cream
-1 scoop vanilla ice cream
-3 cola flavored beverages
-1 water
After a short sit-down poolside, it was time for a wash-up and the drinking to commence. While I was quite dissapointed that we couldn't convince Chris and his girlfriend to come along, we forged ahead. Our only goal? Make it to ABC before close for some thirst quenching Jager so I could make us some delicious and refreshing Surfers on Acid. After a nerve-wracking 20 minute cab ride to the nearest ABC, I discovered that they actually close an hour later than the liqour stores here at home. Kudos, Hillsbourough County Commision, kudos. We made it in plenty of time, and the cab driver earned himself a fat tip and a nip of vodka. From there, we headed to the USF Campus Embassy Suites, where we drank, smoked, bullshitted around, and had a good old time with some friends from home who were staying there. We killed some Jager, played a wicked game of "Circle of Death", and talked about all kinds of stuff that was thoroughly amusing when you're drunk. Not to brag or anything, but give me a ciggarette, a whiskey shot, and a beer to chase it with, and I become America's greatest storyteller. I can weave a tale. After several hours of hard drinking, I got a call from a friend. A girl who I work with. The conversation ended with me telling her I love her (which isn't completely true), and her telling me that those are strong words. That being said, I do kind of dig her. I ended out falling asleep on the floor around 3, and waking up for a terriffic complimentary breakfast. Kudos, Embassy suites.
Busch Gardens was awesome, as always. We rode all the coasters, got stuck in line for Shiekra, ate expensive food at the crown colony restaurant, became honorary beermasters, got drunk off of some kind of malt liqour energy drink Busch is selling now (I'm pretty sure I may vomit if I ever HEAR the word Tilt again, let alone drink it), and had pretty much a grand old time. So there.
-1 eight oz sirloin
-3 eggs overeasy
-1 plate of hashbrowns
-2 pieces of white toast
-1/2 (approx) "funnel cake carnival" (Seriously, it was like a party in my mouth. Everybody came.) with strawberry topping and whipped cream
-1 scoop vanilla ice cream
-3 cola flavored beverages
-1 water
After a short sit-down poolside, it was time for a wash-up and the drinking to commence. While I was quite dissapointed that we couldn't convince Chris and his girlfriend to come along, we forged ahead. Our only goal? Make it to ABC before close for some thirst quenching Jager so I could make us some delicious and refreshing Surfers on Acid. After a nerve-wracking 20 minute cab ride to the nearest ABC, I discovered that they actually close an hour later than the liqour stores here at home. Kudos, Hillsbourough County Commision, kudos. We made it in plenty of time, and the cab driver earned himself a fat tip and a nip of vodka. From there, we headed to the USF Campus Embassy Suites, where we drank, smoked, bullshitted around, and had a good old time with some friends from home who were staying there. We killed some Jager, played a wicked game of "Circle of Death", and talked about all kinds of stuff that was thoroughly amusing when you're drunk. Not to brag or anything, but give me a ciggarette, a whiskey shot, and a beer to chase it with, and I become America's greatest storyteller. I can weave a tale. After several hours of hard drinking, I got a call from a friend. A girl who I work with. The conversation ended with me telling her I love her (which isn't completely true), and her telling me that those are strong words. That being said, I do kind of dig her. I ended out falling asleep on the floor around 3, and waking up for a terriffic complimentary breakfast. Kudos, Embassy suites.
Busch Gardens was awesome, as always. We rode all the coasters, got stuck in line for Shiekra, ate expensive food at the crown colony restaurant, became honorary beermasters, got drunk off of some kind of malt liqour energy drink Busch is selling now (I'm pretty sure I may vomit if I ever HEAR the word Tilt again, let alone drink it), and had pretty much a grand old time. So there.
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