My favorite Spring Break story dates back to 1993. I was 21 years old and hanging out Panama City, Florida. Hitting the beaches in P.C. had gotten old because I’d lived there all my life, So a girlfriend and I decided to drive to Key West for Spring Break. After a night of partying we met a few people and invited them back to our room. We all went down to the pool that night and got naked. After watching the sun come up, we hiked back to the room to sleep off our drunk. When I woke up, I realized I’d left my clothes down at the pool area. I went back to pick them up—only to discover a dozen families down happily swimming and playing around in the pool, right next to my still-wet bra, shorts and panties. I was so embarrassed I didn’t even get my clothes. Instead, I just left them there and went back to my room.
--Jana