Au Revoir spring breakers.

Ugg boots, and Hollister, and jean shorts, oh my! Well, it must be that time of year again- high school state basketball. And given the fact that I just can't seem to tear myself away from this lovely age demographic, I wouldn't miss this event for the world! Who could resist watching young athletes play their heart out on the court in an attempt to come away with that coveted gold medal? Or obnoxious, soon to become frat boys, scream their heart out from the bleachers? Not this girl. And by the grace of the basketball Gods' a little known team from the cornfields of Norfolk, Nebraska will be playing in the finals tonight. Yup, Norfolk vs Omaha Central. Talk about two completely opposite style playing teams. Really, they are just black and errr white... I mean night and day different from each other. What a great way to spend my spring break. At the Devaney Center, surrounded by NHS parents, and NHS faculty, and old NHS classmates.
Speaking of spring break, I am glad it's finally here. I am glad because I am hoping, which I know is probably foolish to even hope this, but I am hoping that perhaps the FB SB statuses will come to a halt for a bit. I am quite sure I know not only the time many of you are leaving, thanks to your count downs, but I also know what airline you are on. And what you are wearing to travel, and what your travel music playlist contains, and what the fat person next to you on the plane is eating from their purse. Thanks for that. Now here is my suggestion to you- try to actually live SB 2010, and not simply post about it. If you are on the beach, or in a club and it's SUPER SWEET, well, be on the beach or in the club then, don't be on your phone updating every flipping second. FB posts are like the new party photo, the photo where you quickly grab every alcohol bottle next to you, as well as every guy, and try to look like you are having just the most incredible time of your life for those 2 seconds. Click, the photo happens, and then about 2 minutes later someone is in tears, I guarantee it. I'm gona make a bet that if ten girls go on SB together, 4 end up crying, 3 will hate each other by the end, 2 will have breakdowns wondering why their life sucks so bad and is just so un fair, and 1 ends up on a website. Okay, okay, someone (me) might be a little moody their not going on spring break I suppose. But I'll tell you what I am going to do. I am going to turn the heat up to 110 degrees in my apartment, make margaritas, and put on a swim suit and watch Taken on repeat. Because the more I drink the more that movie will scare the shit out of me and make me happy I am in the safety of the USA. Because I am more than positive I have used up my 9 spring break lives. And not because I was being scandalous, but because I was cheap. Share a taxi ride home from a club with strangers to save a peso or two? Hells yes. Purchase a $10 drink or find random lone cup sitting aside, might be a bit cloudy, might not, sure why not! Pay extra to take hotel shuttle or take kind Mexican man up on his gesture to give me a ride on his mule? As I always say, when in Rome! So farewell spring breakers, may you not come home with any more baggage than you left with.