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Miami Spring Break Moments to Remember...!

hey guys!! ah, well you know how superfluous my writing is, and so for that reason i must put my spring break thoughts/rants/memories here because aol sucks ass. :] anyways, here are some fun moments of our fantabulous journey to that whacked out wonderland ** MIAMI, FLORIDA ** where 31 of our hardcore camp trintrin habitaters spent the week building houses for the overtown community with a 200 other kiddies from other universities around the country. you know, domiciles for the destitute (as featured in The Simpsons! mwahahha quality tv...). as always, it was orgasmic. i hope some of you join us next year...! 2004 destination: TBA. oh, and i'll add pictures as soon as i get them developed or get the digicam ones on my computer. they're fun, i promise!!!!

Oh, and before i forget, i just want to say y'all are rockstars!!!! as i look down at my 7 bruises, 12 mosquito bites, and 3 former bloody scars, coated with the yummy crispy redness of sunburn i will remember our fond moments of me falling through windows and getting scratched by man-eating metal A-frame scaffolding. i rule. hehehe. i love you guys. now for some real story time:

*drum roll, please*

Patty-Cakes' Current Top 5 Favorite Spring Break Moments

(with more to come...!!)

1. swamp attack: you ain't lived until you have a smashing face-first wake up call in a 60 passenger coach bus that careens off the road at 7am, down a hill into a 5ft deep swamp in the middle of boon dock florida! wait, wait it gets better: then have 31 people climb over a barbed wire fence that jason clips to get to dry land, followed by a little yosamite sam look-alike who gets a big ole tow truck and yanks the bus out...all of our luggage mud/water-logged. :] gotta love the bonus 6 hours making a grand total of a 30 hour bus ride down, plus the first few hours in beautiful miami spent at the local laundry mat. yeehaw!

2. South Beach fucking rocks my socks. so does the picture of mark and the sand boobies i constructed for him, pure genius. oh and don't forget the 3rd degree sunburn on my ass! :D anyone want to give me a nice cocoa-butter rub down...?

3. Kenny the mullet man site coordinator, complete with sheaths of tattoos, black waxed car, deep tinted windows with frames and a wonderful southern drawl that’ll knock you on your ass. and you wonder where stereotypes come from.

4. “CHICAGOOOOO” the tiny framed, beady eyed resident black crack addict who greets us every morning, 8am with “WHAT UP MY NIGGAAAAAAAASSS!!!” i’m seriously going to miss him though.

5. “And they wonder why I’m gay.” – Jason Gallant, dancing around in the sanctuary with Lisa’s brand new dress shoes from Coconut Grove.