The "new" Spring Break

Was it really 27 years ago that we, wacky college kids, piled a cooler and ourselves into a smelly Ford Torino and drove for 20 hours straight to get to Florida for Spring Break?  Criminy, feels like yesterday. Seriously.

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.)

Here's our foursome--Me (taking the photo), Joe (you can see only the back of his head), Todd (Joe's friend), and my friend, Marnie.  This was at our first pit stop on the way to Lauderdale--we stopped in Daytona to visit our friend, Curt (in the leather jacket with his shorts--?????).  Curt won a trip to Daytona with some fraternity--it was hilarious because he just didn't fit with that crowd, but he went anyway. We spent a night there before moving on to Lauderdale--where you didn't need to wear your leather jacket on the beach.

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.