SPRING BREAK! The best two words in the English dictionary. The most feared two words by parents everywhere.
With the first few weeks of the semester under our belt, we are all dying to settle our spring break plans. The options are endless and the fun – unimaginable. I, personally, am struggling this year with the direction I want to go. I can’t decide if I want to go visit Morgan at GCSU, go on a relaxing Florida getaway with my parents, or take the traditional, out of control, trainwreck but best-week-of-your-life trip with my friends.
Last year, I opted for the out of control spring break. I, along with two of my girlfriends, flew to the Bahamas and spent the week living the good life at Atlantis Resort. (If any of you ever have a chance to go there, TAKE IT!)
The first day we got there, within the first hour, we got invited to a party on the largest yacht docked in the harbor. It just so happened that about 14 young, foreign, wildly wealthy (and did I mention SEXY?) guys were there for a week-long bachelor party. After a brief “Oh, you know we’re kind of busy…” response (as if we had anything better to do?!), we obviously accepted.
Later that night, after a big, Italian meal at a restaurant that actually gave us a round of applause because they thought we were so beautiful (like I said, GO to Atlantis! You’ll be their queen!), we got all dolled up and headed over to the party.
As we approached the yacht, a small army of servants let down a gateway and came out to greet us. I tried to act cool and collected, but all I really wanted to do was scream and clap and jump up and down with excitement! We were then directed through the family room with a huge flat-screen TV, past 8 bedrooms, up the stairs, and behind the gym to the top deck, where the guys were lounging around the hot tub while being served hors d’oeuvres on silver platters.
Heaven, right? It gets better. We suffered the awkward introductions and first few minutes of conversation only to find out that these guys were insanely cool. And not just because of the lives they lead, or their British and Australian accents, or the fact that some of their families actually owned small countries. But, rather, because they were surprisingly grounded, outrageously witty, and possessed the manners of perfect gentlemen (which I suppose is kind-of important when you’re the reigning heir to a multi-billion dollar legacy).
So, the three of us wasted away the night, not as three college students on spring break, but as three honored guests of the classiest, sweetest guys we’d ever met. I must admit, though, that at nice as it was to be waited on hand and foot, I definitely snuck the hired help a few aplogetic, i’m-more-like-you-than-these-guys, kind of looks.
Before we knew it, the sun was rising and we all gathered on the edge of the boat to watch. The boys then walked us home so we could get some sleep before our luxurious brunch date on the lower deck of the yacht.
Sadly, after the most delicious brunch ever to be made, we all had to say our goodbyes as the bachelor party had finally come to an end. We exchanged our numbers and emails, and, amazingly enough, have kept in touch to this day. (Note: I REALLY hope they don’t read this entry about how one night of their normal lives was the best night of mine.)
The girls and I spent the rest of the week having all sorts of adventures on the islands of the Bahamas, only to return to Boston even more tired and worn out, but on a natural high from experiencing the absolute best week of our lives. So come to think of it, I think I will opt for that wild, crazy, unexpected spring break trip this year…
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