HOLY CRAP!!!!!  Spring break is all it is hyped up to be in Daytona Beach.  I made a few rules when I came down and followed them. 

1.  Don't do anything to get arrested.

2.  Say yes to everything that doesn't violate rule #1

Last night was the most hilarious thing I have seen in my entire life.  You would literally need to be here to feel the energy and vibe when it was going on but I will try to be descriptive.  I stayed at the Desert Inn resort.  Known to the locals as the most crazy place in town during spring break. The owners expect, and partially encourage the culture of spring break. They dont like violance or damage. 

So its about 5pm and the beach patrol can be heard telling everyone to get their cars off the beach or they will be towed at 6pm.  On the beach in front of our hotel property you can see a guy in ablue shirt passed out drunk on the ground.  I walked out hearing the room next to me yelling down there and saw this when I came out on the balcony of my 7th floor room 

On this side of the building therei s probably about 25-30 rooms facing beachside. I see the drunks friend in a white shirt kicking him, and each kick you hear yelling coming from a few balconies at the resort.  The drunk finally gets up and moves and takes two steps and falls, face first into the dirt.  As soon as his body hits the floor you hear cheering from 2-3 balconies.  I look around and see a few more people have came out to their balconies to see whats going on.

Apparently these two are trying to get to a white truck about 100 yards away down the beach.

Over the next 40 minutes the drunk kept getting up, taking a step to the right, two to the left, stumble around a little bit and then fall face first back into the sand.  15 minutes into it you can see half the balconies now covered in people cheering at this guy.  He'll stand up and we all start counting.  ONE!  *he takes a few steps" TWO!!!! *He stumbles to the left, to the right"  THREE!  And down he goes face first back into the sand. 

This guy, and I am not joking, tumbled into the sand face first over 30 times.  It took him 45 minutes to make it to the truck not far down the beach.  When he finally got in his friend lifted and threw him in the back of the truck and threw two hands into the air triumphantly.  THe last 10 yards the drunk literally crawled on his hands and knees to make it there. Not once did he puke, but man was he filling his face with dirt.

I swear if I had a camcorder that would have won some money on a video show.  At the end there were at least 100 people on their balconies egging this guy on and cheering wildy every time he took a digger into the sand.  I enjoyed three beers watching him Lol.

I am currently in the restaurant on first floor beachside doing work for my consulting job I did last week and enjoying the swim suit dancing contest.  "How low can you go"  MMm, spring break how shall I miss thee.

Hey!!!  So I've been in Daytona Beach for spring break and holy crap. It's everything I expected it to be and more.  I made 3 rules to follow.  I would do anything that did not involve.  Me going to jail or me getting hurt. Other than that, my answer is yes.  Wanna have a shot?  Yes. Wanna go get pizza at 5:30 am. Yes. 

I had a ridiculous amount of chocolate covered expresso beans so now I can't fall asleep. Oh well.  It happens.  Ive seen fights, a sports car get its windshield knocked out by a beer, drunken women knocking on every door, did I mention fights?  You can literally take a beer in hand and go walk up and down the halls and be assured of finding something entertaining to watch. There is lots of springerish fighting.  Staying at the Desert Inn and Resort.  Absolutely ridiculous lol. I feel sorry for any non spring breakers staying here, this is totally the wrong building. Every morning theres the aftermath of a night of partying.  Towels, beer cans, and all sorts of crap litter the floors.  The first night I even saw a safe in the middle of a hallway. 

Rumor has it two people have died so far falling off balconies. One room got caught with over 280 cans of beer, cocaine, a gun, and marijuana.  The cops are here, every night.  Fire alarms go off at least once a day and someone kicked the sprinkler system down on floor two yesterday.  I'm just sitting back with observing everything.  I room hop and visit people.  I met a very interesting bartender from New York City and he mixed us some drinks today.  I met a group of girls from down state New York and had to be a witness when someone stole their phone.

A brother and sister got into a fight and security almost kicked the brother out. 

Ive also locked my keycards in my room at least 3 times.  I say keycards because now I have 5.

Okay, I hate to say it. I am going to be "one of those people" who just fills in a bunch of crap to get the minimum number of characters needed to get credit for a journal entry. I'll at least fill this in with lots of random thoughts.

Never reheat pizza in a microwave, use an oven.

Never fry bacon in the nude.

Women are like pizzas. Every man has a perfect pie, even though we like many different kinds.

Thomas Jefferson stated that no country should have a centralized banking system like we currently do. He was a wise man.

Always carry toilet paper in your trunk or glove-box.

An ipod is your cure to boredom.

Why does every woman with big boobs assume that every guy stares at them. How many profiles have you read where thats what they put in their profile. "My boobs, you know its true or my chest. don't lie, you all do".  No, it's not true.  In fact, more than a handful is a waste of space and not needed.  Quit being so full of yourself that you think every male is attracted to your double d's.

What IF Tibet never fell?

Toe socks are awesome.

I love pj's and wet hair.

Challenge me to cook something for you. No, really.