Okay...so...

I guess I should finish the story I started. I am bad about that.

Anyway, the honest truth is, that after the pool things became an utter and complete clusterfuck. Yes, we went out. Where? I have no idea. I vaguely recall a bar with a bowling alley in it. And some sort of banana concoction. And Anthony doing a "stop light" (and, seriously kiddies, don't try this at home...it will not end well...). And some dancing to Guns N' Roses. And then possibly some more Jaeger. I don't know. But I DO know that we all got to make out with someone random and that, my friends is always fun.

Anthony, however, while Mak and I were passed out in the room, was having some poolside fun with my identical name twin. When he wanted to stay at the pool by himself at 4am, I was hesitant to let him, seeing as he never learned to swim. But after going to check on him and realizing that he was...well...indisposed...I extended his curfew to 8am. Which is when he came stumbling back to the room, girl in tow, both of them yelling about eggs and cheese (don't ask, I have no idea). I don't like being awake at 8am, especially involuntarily. MOST especially when some girl from New Jersey is trying to talk about Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers to me when I am clearly SNORING. "SHHHHH. Sleepy time is NOW." (Read: SHUTTHEFUCKUP!!!!)

That morning started out with a hustle to get ready to check out and then watching the girl do the "walk of shame" out to the car while we screamed out the window and ended in breakfast with the Fish Head and her fiance. (Which, by the way, included a "BLOODY MARY BAR"...Holy crap. Best idea EVER.) Anthony couldn't eat (this never happens) and ended up sleeping in the car while we ate and drank and made fun of him for being a wuss.


But all in all, it was a good trip. And I like boys. That is all.

The Guilt Trip

I was a little skeptical when Anthony and Mak told me that we would be celebrating Anthony's 31st birthday in Ybor City. Anthony and I had never been there and Mak seemed to be planning to party like it was 1999 and being that I already did that (in 1999), I wasn't sure I was up for it. (Read: I am too old for this shit.) I tried to back out a couple of times because, well, let's face it, internet, in order to party like this you need money. And I don't have any. But there was insistence. And then there was more insistence. And then there was the Great Guilt Trip of 2009.

So Saturday, I pretended that it was 1999 (and that I was 19) and got in a car fully stocked with too much booze and let Mak drive while Anthony and I drank ourselves through rest stops, public restrooms and a casino. Yes, somehow along the way, we ended up at a casino, where Mak immediately won $100 and Anthony fell asleep at a table at the food court. I ended up with even LESS money and trying to convince someone to page Mak.

Me: Can you page my friend?
Her: Sure. What's his name?
Me: Mak.
Her: Last name?
Me: Just Asian Mak. I just want to embarrass him.
Her: I can't say that! I will get fired!
Me: Dammit.

Two seconds later, he ran up with a bunch of money and we woke Anthony up and headed out on our way. An hour later, we were in a pool in the middle of Ybor City with a bottle of Jagermeister and a bunch of new friends who had the same names as us. Weird? Yes. Yes it is. But then we found out that not only do they have the same names, they are from the same town.

To be continued..........