Do you remember when Fort Lauderdale was THE place to be for Spring Break? Yeah, me too. Gees, it was fun. There were college kids everywhere. I think it was probably one of the best trips of my life--to just pack up our stuff and drive until it got warm and sunny.
"Relax," Frankie said. And that we did. (And a wee bit of partying too.)
There are lots of stories about that stop in Daytona, but I can't share them because I have teenage children and I can't admit that I had fun back in the day. We don't want to give approval to such things, you know?
OMG--look at how freaking skinny Joe was! The boom box was nearly bigger than he was. Just looking at this photo, you can see why I fell for him. Or not. (hee! hee!)
This is my Spring Break nowadays--I'm cleaning house and all but killing the fatted calf because Col is coming home for the week.
Gone is the beer on the beach, throngs of college kids very far from home and the sounds of puking outside our hotel room door. Now it's me Fabreezing his room, fluffing his pillows and lecturing the cats about letting Colin pet them when he comes home.
I can't wait. He'll be in at 7:51 p.m.
Not that I'm counting down the seconds or anything.