sb 2011 pcb

I got back from vacation on sunday, but decided to postpone work until Saturday. I'm still in lazy vacation mode, even though I did make it to class today.

Panama city was...fun. Definitely going to be the last time I do the whole spring break thing-everyone was a lot younger than we were.

As far as vacations go, it was fairly eventful. We were first to the scene of a car accident on the way there. Two middle aged men crashed their car on a construction bridge. Luckily the guard rails held, so the car didn't end up in the ocean. They seemed (smelled) drunk. The passenger was laying on the ground, pretty bloodied up, and the driver was stumbling about. We're pretty lucky because if we had gotten there 1 minute earlier they probably would have collided head on with us. Plus, it was 2:00 in the morning and there weren't many people on the road.

We saw a man have a heart attack on the beach. CPR was administered, we're not sure if he lived.

While we were walking, we witnessed a car crash into a glass store front. It was very loud and startling considering we were about 30 ft. away.

Then, there was some gigantic shark off a pier. We later found out it was a basking shark, so essentially harmless.

As for the bulk of our trip...

My friend and I were walking about, trying to find a bar to drink at, when a gorgeous ford f250 pulls out from a gas station. There are two young men in the truck, and they ask us where we're going. I drunkenly look in the distance and see a sign that says 'pizza', and I say "we're going to the pizza". Then the extremely hot driver says "do you want a ride?" Of course, lacking all judgement and being absorbed in the handsomeness of the driver, we get in.

Now I know everyone (anyone?) reading this is shaking their head. Really? Getting in the car with strangers? Natalee Holloway, anyone? And I agree. It was a monumentally retarded thing to do. Luckily, karma (from helping the accident victims prior) was on our side, and we were not murdered. I remember feeling extra confident because both my friend and I had out 3 inch switchblades on us. In hindsight, I don't think that would have helped much.

So anyways. As we're driving around we realize that the guys, while veeeerrrrrryyyyyyy hot, are also extremely dumb. That's ok, because I've realized that I have an affinity for really dumb guys. We end up just riding around for what seems like forever, and then we decide to head back to our condo. We all exchange numbers and that's that. Oh yeah, and it turns out driver boy is a cop. A very hot, very dumb, cop.

The next night we're out at a club and we get a text. A horribly misspelled and nonsensical text, from the hot men. At this point we're both drunk and getting tired of the people who we're hanging out with, so we ask them to pick us up.

"we have our bikes tonight."

Knowing these two, we figure they are probably on actual bikes of the bicycle variety.

"that's ok, come get us."

So they do, and thankfully they are motorcycles. We helmet up and ride off into the night.

Well, more like back to our condo where I proceed to have sex on my friend's couch sans condom. I needed to get tested soon, anyways.