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Originally Posted by CrushLive
8 days was tough
So many bars, only 1 stomach
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My last multi night stay was in 2007, end of April.
We arrived during the Conch Republic Parade while walking from the east end of Duval St. These transvestites were on a float poring booze, drunk, dancing... next thing you know we're getting wrecked with them. We were on the island less than 10 minutes
Memory of night. My extremely hammered wife falling out of one of those rickshaws while it was moving and getting run over by it with me still in it
she was wearing a skirt, it wasn't pretty, closest I've ever come to almost pissing myself laughing
Next day was brutal. Hungover>Daydrunk by 1 PM . Wrecked our scooter, avoided a DUI, passed out during day on beach. Woke up in a hammock and Chris and I were in it when I noticed all the noise on the palm trees at night. Rats, lots of them.
By day three, I needed detox , she did not even get out of bed