to in a breif recap of this years spring break, it went as follows:
Sunday (March 8, 2009): 7:30 am— I am woken by a phone call stating I’m late for the pickup. People then come to pick me up in 5 mins later. I packed everything I could and ran outside.
—later that day (after a very long drive) we arrived at a church in Virginia (i think?).
Monday: left the church and went to some campsite in LA. I bought a 24 pack, thought it was a 12 pack (because of different boxing and price was much less than in PA). Halfway through drinking it with some others, we realized it was not a 12 pack. Good start.
Tuesday: Went to the high school where we built a living wall. went back to the camp site.
Wednesday: Went back to the school to finish up and be interviewd by local news
Thursday: Went to New Orleans. Began to build a green house and fence around green house.
later that night Matt, Josia, and myself went to a casino. I decided I’d make my first and only bet; a $20 bet on black in rulett. I won, bitches!
after the casino, we went home and drank with some others we met there.
Friday: hung out at the hostile, then went around New Orleans. Later, worked from 3 to 8. Pregamed at the hostile, then went to a local pub with a bunch of people from all over the world. It was a very interesting experience, though I must admit I do not remember the whole night.
Saturday: finished the green house base, raised beds, and fence. Went for a stroll around new orleans. Got a few drinks. Bought a 5th of some very bad, very cheap vodka. Went back to the hostile and drank with everyone again. Woke up to our group leader banging on our door and yelling we slept in, which caused me to get up very quickly, thus smacking my head on the top bunk. I quickly realized I was more drunk when I woke up than I was when I fell asleep. As I entered the bathroom I realized not only that I was wearing exactly what I had worn the night before, but also that “England #1” was written on my face.
We rallied into the vans and headed back to the church, where we watched gardentstate.
Sunday: long trip back home, but now I’m here.
Things to remember from all of this:
-the girls and probably the professors think I’m an alcoholic, because I had fun on spring break.
-More than half the people on this trip were lame; not because they didnt drink, but because they thought they were better than the rest of us for the fact that they didnt drink and we did…but being that we stayed at a hostile with loads of cool people, it made up for it.
-I never was too drunk to get my volunteer work done; it never effected the work I signed up for. =]
-I was introduced to some cool french ska music.
-Many myths about people from England were reveiled to be false. Ex: they don’t sit around all day drinking tea, eating biskets, and watching soccer. It’s pretty much the same there as it is here except for the cool accents. Also they think the Queen is lame and don’t regularly have “tea time”.
-People from Australia think Fosters means “Australian for Piss”. Though it is still my favorite beer.
-Veggimate (or however its spelled) is not bad, but I don’t think I’d ever eat something that salty for breakfast. blah
-Foreign girls do not like matt. They are “more cultured” than he is.
-“Fuzzy Duck” should replace “categories” whenever playing the drinking game, “KINGS”.
-Josia had way to many odd quotes during this trip.
-I now know the entire history of Wales’ conflict with England.
- People from Michigan State dislike Michigan just as much as Penn State students.
-Sam plays at the phirst on Monday nights. Mental note to check out his band.
-A special thanks to Lakin, Josia, Matt, and whoever else brought me upstairs that last night at the Indian house.
Thats all i’ve got.