Orlando Spring Break

Jenny disappeared for a while, then reappeared holding a fresh beer. That wasn't a surprise, what was a surprise was how she got the beer. She struck up a conversation with a club patron, and he offered to buy her a drink. She accepted, then split as soon as she got it. Some might consider her actions to be rude, but I thought that it was clever. She's got mad skillz; I wish that I could could get people to buy me beer.

The people on the dance floor were really getting down to the music. They all had a right to do it. Jenny and I were the youngest people in the club, and we figured that our Dad must have been the oldest. That means that the people here had been of age when 80's music was popular, so this was like going back to the good old days when they were young, single, and on top of the world.

See that guy in the blue collared shirt? That's the kind of people that were here. He fit in well with that mullet guy that we saw upstairs. Both of these people didn't realize that it is 2007 and the 80's are dead and gone. Sure, you can relive the good ol' days at clubs like these, but in real life, it was time to move on.

I almost forgot to mention that 8-Trax was also a 70's club. Most of the music that they played was more late 70's and therefore sounded just like 80's music. Every now and then, they threw in a disco song that required us to do some of the classic disco moves, like this one in the picture. We did as we were expected to do.

Certain things seem funnier when you are drunk versus when you are sober. Take for instance this glowing sign that says West Side. There's nothing funny about that, right? Now go ahead and get a couple of cocktails in and report back to me. It's ok, I'll wait right here for you. Back? Good. Now what do you think? West Siiiide! Say it like a gangster and you'll be rolling on the floor in no time.

This bouncer wearing the leisure suit had some sweet Spanish name, like Guillermo, Luciano, or Maximo, but I don't exactly remember what it was. I only remember that he wasn't keeping this place very secure and he spent too much time with hanging with the ladies.

Jenny saw this palm tree in the vicinity, and she ran up to it and hugged the shit out of it. She was super happy to see a palm tree, because most of you from Wisconsin know that we don't these up North. You have to take advantage of these things while you have them, and if you got to hug, you just got to go and and hug like crazy.

Pleasure Island always sounded like a real sweet place to go. While you are there, you can smoke, drink, gamble, and act like a real ass. The best part about it was that everyone there was like 12 years old. I always wanted to go there after seeing Pinocchio, but then I found out that all of the bad kids turned into donkeys. I'll be damned if I'm gonna spend the rest of my life as a jackass.