Spring Break Part II

It all started out with Jeff and I driving to Auburn, a nice little university town about the size of Oxford - except it's in Alabama. Jeff's sister goes there and it just so happened that the first weekend of spring break the MU baseball team was playing Auburn. So Jeff and I decided to watch the game. Apparently, the previous night MU came back to win against the Southern school, but the night we chose to watch MU was trounced. Too bad.

Since we lost, we decided to take our sorrows to the bars (this also happens in the case of a win, but people really just look for any excuse to drink). Auburn has a happenin' bar scene. We went to some snobby bar in an old bank. Since it was full of old pricks, we took ourselves next door to a bar that puts CJ's to shame. It has three floors, live music, and was completely trashed - as were the patrons - at ten o'clock. The cover band was sweet, and we stayed and watched the band for most of the night.

Then we went on to Destin - our final destination. On the way, we drove through a forest fire and some destitute Alabaman towns that rival eastern Europe. I don't mean eastern Europe sucks, it's just not the richest place I've ever been.

Anyways. That first night in Destin we met Chris, Harry, and Matt who were exhausted and burnt from traveling all night and laying out on the beach when they arrived. Brilliantly executed on their part. So when night came, just Chris and I, along with Carli and Grace who were visiting went to Club Overboard. There was jello wrestling, which was interesting to see. I have a hard time believing people actually really get into it, but there was a cash prize in the end. The catch is that there are a couple of club employees in the competition, and since the people running the club basically chose who wins (it's done by "who gets the loudest cheer"), they let the employees win. Oddly, there was a large contingent of Miami students at this bar (the reason we wound up at this particular establishment). One girl, Maria, was the Miami rep in the event. The Miami Students were by far the loudest. Chants of "Muh Ree Uh" dominated the crowd. So she got the money. Ultimately, it was a boring evening because we waited for nearly two hours before the wrestling began.

The next day, Chris, Matt, Jeff and I golfed. It was spectacular. The course was set between houses and swamps. I took some pictures, which I'll upload in Oxford. I actually played pretty well, shooting somewhere in the mid 90's. As usual, it was my short game.

That night, we went to Liz's place a few miles away. It was weird and the consensus among my group was that our presence was resented. We left and drank on the beach in front of our hotel. Actually, it wasn't a bad night.

Yesterday, we didn't really do anything during the day. We walked through the surf and watched Arrested Development. At night, we were indecisive, almost left our island, and wound up at AJ's. I wasn't drinking so I did a lot of standing around watching the band, talking with people, etc. AJ's overlooks some docks and the breeze was nice. After my friends were sufficiently drunk, we went to the dance floor. There was a live band, which is always more fun than a DJ playing the same old tunes over and over. Instead, there are real people on stage playing the same old tunes over and over. But they're tunes we know and love, which is why we let them get away with that. And there's a better atmosphere with a band. Some girl was dancing by herself, apparently abandoned by her friends, and she danced with us. It was a weird situation, but it could have just been five guys standing in a circle kind of swaying around, so have this girl there was much better. From the limited conversations we had, we found out she's from North Carolina and goes to Wake Forest. We have no idea what her name is, but it could be Laura. So we danced and it was a decent night. She actually either told me "Nice Shoes" or "Nice Moves," but it was too loud to know for sure.

And that's spring break up to now, at the fine Holiday Inn, where security is damn tight - we have wrist bands we must wear.