Glass Foot and Beer Breakfast
Location: Daytona Beach Year: 2002 Age: Under
In college, I was lucky enough to go along with a few friends on my first spring break. I had no idea what I was in for. First of all, let me tell you that I wasn’t much of a drinker before college. Secondly, let me remind you that I’m a quick learner.
We drive down and check into a HoJo suite. Four of us took the trip. We pick up mantadory Coronas and drinking commences immediately. The beach is crowded with cars, women, and douchebags with oversized speakers. Driving down the beach while drinking isn’t as cool as it sounds. Especially when the Jetta we’re in gets stuck in the sand and needs pulled out by a truck. Apparently this happens often though.
After several hours, we need more drinks. I have a fake ID, but fuck that. One of the guys is 21 and grabs more liquor and brews. We head to the pool for a few hours, meet some University of Florida hunnies, and invite them back. It’s night time now and we’re partying hard.
Beers are being downed as fast as shots. The girls invite more friends over. People are getting frisky and dancing on beds. Crash. One girl drops a beer in the kitchen, glass everywhere. It’s hard to clean up glass when you’re drunk. One of the guys steps on a nice hunk and gets it lodged into his foot. I don’t care how drunk you are or how long you’ve been drinking, but watching a friend dig a piece of glass out of his foot with a corkscrew is a sobering experience. The night tails off.
The next day is another 80 degree day and somehow we’re all up early, ready to go again. And nothing says ‘rally’ like a bowl of Cheerios with Corona instead of milk. Fuck my liver.
