Our story... Part II

Matt: Just to clarify, the look that I had when Jenn commanded that I share her bed was far more "longing" than "terror." I was so elated, a little man (mini Matt) was jumping and doing cartwheels in my stomach. YESSS! Everything is falling into place.

You see, I had a crush on Jenn. A 100% totally over-the-top goo-goo ga-ga she's-hotter-than-a-volcano can't-stop-thinking-about-her WOW crush. I don't know exactly when it started, but it was about a month or two earlier that semester. I just "noticed" one day that, ah, yeah, I really LIKE her. Reinforced as I spent time with her at work and those crazy Telefund parties, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Well, my wonderfully concocted spring break trip was going to be the perfect opportunity for letting her know how I felt and then wisking her off her feet on the moonlit beach.

That first night, I wanted to just play it cool. You know, keep my feelings on the down-low until we got settled in. After a day I'd start working my magic. When Jenn asked me to go out with her and Leesie that night, I'd just have to say no.

"See you guys later. Don't wait up for us. We'll be back really late." And off Jenn and Leesie went to some club.

Well, OK. That couldn't have been any easier. This will be fun. I'll put back some beers with J Buck, play video games with the other hermits in the room, and have a crazy first night. This is what spring break is all about. Can't wait!

Tick. Tick. Tick.

9:30 pm. Wow. 15 minutes have gone by. Sweet.

Tick. Tockkk. Tiiiiickkkkkk.

9:35 pm. I wonder what Jenn is up to? Having fun yet? Right now she's probably, oh, almost to the line for the club. Sweet. Fun.

OK, OK. Can't stop thinking about her. Time for a beer.

J Buck and I decided it would be better to have a drink outside in the fresh air than in the musty dankness of our over-capacity, under-cleaned HoJo motel room. So we pulled some chairs outside the door, cracked open a few cold ones, and starting drinking and soaking up the glory of what was to come over the next week. Mind you, we weren't 21 yet, but this was spring break, so who could possibly care?

A shadow appeared around the corner of the building and slowly grew into a large man, who perhaps misread the map and just happened to be heading toward our room. Probably just a drunk football player.

"Good evening guys. Having a beer I see? I'm going to need to see some ID."

"Ummmm. Ah.... yes, ID. Very good suggestion, of course we have them, both of us that is, have IDs. You know, with the little square pictures? Really dreadful pictures to be honest but I suppose they'll have to do. Probably not even necessary to show you then, right, I mean....

"IDs please."

"Ah, they're inside."

As I go inside to get our IDs, I suspected something "slightly negative" was about to happen. Maybe we'd have to move our drinking back inside.

"Hmm.. Not 21 I see. Guys, that's going to be a problem."

Another security guard seemed to vaporize from the air on our right.

"Bill and I can't allow any underage drinking. Do you have any more alcohol in the room?"

Hahaha. He must be kidding. Is serious? More booze in the room?

"Yes."

"Well then, you and your friend need to go in and get every last bottle and bring it out."

Our less party-inclined friends were already fast asleep in the room. As J Buck and I walked through the dark room, tripping over bags, clanking bottles, and spilling plastic cups, it became apparent to our slumbering brethren that there was something "slightly negative" going on. As in, their $500 of alcohol, purchased with hard-earned student dollars in advance of the trip specifically because most of us weren't 21, was being confiscated by HoJo security.

"Guys - we've got to take this. Is that everything?"

I wondered if possibly by good fortune one of my roomates had hid a bottle from me, so that I could honestly say yes to Bill here but still have a little something inside for later. So I replied "Yes." Of course, indeed J Buck and I had brought every last bottle and beer out.

Well, the trip's off to a great start. The alcohol has all been confiscated, everybody's pissed at me and J Buck because we got it confiscated, and Jenn and Leesie are out having a terrific time while I'm sitting in the dark back at the beautiful HoJo Panama City. Fan-TAS-tic. Time for bed.

I finally got to sleep about 2 hours later, and must have woken up again about 3 hours after that when the door opened. It was a serial killer.

I mean, it was Jenn....