I've never done an American style Spring Break, so I have no clear idea of what it is that happens there, but I fathom it might look something like chlamydia. I've realized in the past couple of weeks, that the part of me who would have indulged in this type of entertainment is long dead and gone. Instead, it looks like this:
Past Experience: Drunk, drunk, drunk in Calgary. She called me slutty and I took it as the sweetest compliment ever. Find mutual admiration in watching our husbands play Pictionary drunk. See the Grand Canyon together.
Present Experience: Fall asleep while a birthday party is happening in another room because my child needs Toopy and Binoo right now. Katie coming in to wake me up.