Spring Break in Rosarito

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Rosarito, Mexico

Spring Break in Rosarito Reviews

s7truong s7truong
15 reviews
May 04, 2006
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


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.
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