Spring Break in Rosarito - Rosarito - Things To Do Reviews

    Every yuppy should have college spring breaks that
they can look back upon with fond memories but able to leave in the
past. Reflecting on Spring Break 2003 in the decadent city of Rosarito,
Mexico, I simultaneously grin and shake my head for the good times had
but with the thought of "God Damn... I was horny and willing in my
teens."


    Upon arriving at our GRAND resort (I think the name
was Festival Plaza but I was too drunk to tell), we stood around with
about two hundred other dudes waiting for the keys to our multi-room
suites each one of us thinking, "MAN how am I going to kick my friends
out of the hotel room so I can bring a girl home at 4am tonight." To
entertain the waiting guests, the hotel party planners enlisted the
most charming Mexican men to blow whistles at scantily clad females in
hopes that the screeching would pop the seams off their tops.
Unfortunately, the girls and their clothes were not drunk enough by 1pm
for any articles of clothing to magically disappear.


    We enjoyed our view from the first floor of our
hotel suite. Our grand room overlooked a passed out bum and concrete.
Lots of concrete. We chillaxed in our hotel room for about 2 hours. We
didn't possess any game at the time to attract any REAL girls, so we
just pretended that Max was one and did homosexual activities to each
other. Like wrestle on the beds and slap each other till we were silly
red. Actually, these two hours was the most action I got all Spring
Break.

    Things, though, got pretttyyyy
interesting when alcohol became involved. To our excitement, hordes of
college students gathered in the streets to party it up, University of
California style. That's right, so that meant lots of passive Asian
girls and timid/awkward pimple faced guys. Luckily after that 8th shot
of tequila everyone became attractive. We partied at Senor Frogs. We
partied at Papas n Beers. We partied in foam. We partied in the sand.
We partied in the boys bathroom. Some of us came home with girls,
others with blue balls, and one with young love.


    I, unfortunately, lost the love of my life at
Rosarito. Like a fairy tale gone awry, I was pulled away from my
soulmate as our Spring Break in Rosarito was cut short. So, to the girl
I met in Rosarito whose name I forget, if you are in the realm of
TravBuddy, please, please, smile at me.