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My Favorite Summer Vacation
By: luminoUS
Luminous7@msn.com
Remembering your favorite summer vacation should be an easy task, but for me it isn’t. I don’t know if it’s a combination of old age or just a lack of memory but I can barely remember what I did last week let alone last summer. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve had a hard time remembering what happened and in what chronological order. It seems that the years move by so swiftly that the things that happened in the summer of 2005 feel like it was only a year ago. With that said, this article will be a culmination of past summer experiences that stand out in my mind.
Being a late bloomer, I waited until my early twenties to do all of the partying that most of you probably have done in your teenage years. So, we will start with the summer of 2001. This was by far, my biggest partying phase. I used to frequent this local club that was known for it’s female strippers. Yes, you’ve read correctly, I’ve dated my fair share of women in the past. But anyways, I was introduced to the local “madam” and quickly became thrown into the middle of alcohol, clubbing and girls, but I wasn’t complaining at all. This was truly a summer to remember! I had a blast from being an ineffective bouncer; I was so drunk I didn’t even turn on the metal detector wand, to becoming the local “stripper” chauffer. It was three months that I will never forget. Not to mention, I was just hired at MTA and I was staying home with my mom so that translated into a pocket full of money to just blow at random. Needless, to say, every Saturday during the summer of 2001 you could find me sitting at the bar or on somebody’s dance floor “dancing my pain away.”
Eventually, I danced and partied the club scene out of my system and by the following summer, I wasn’t as preoccupied with the party scene. The summer of 2005 would be a close second as my favorite summer vacation. I didn’t go anywhere spectacular, but I met a lot of cool people. This was a laid back summer. I spent many summer nights in Cherry Hill with my newfound friends, most of whom I met online. Yes, you can actually meet sane people online, but there are a few who have their fair share of mental issues.
The highlight of this summer was finding out that “Candy,” a girl I met online really didn’t exist. Myspace wasn’t yet a hit, and Blackplanet reigned supreme. Through Blackplanet, I connected with old friends and met new ones. This is when the reality of people posting fake pictures set in. I met Candy in an online forum and from there we chatting everyday via instant messenger and cell phone. After finding out she lived less than 10 minutes away, I set out to meet her. I sat in my car for at least two hours waiting for this girl to show up and she never did. I felt stupid and humiliated. Being the sensitive person that I am, I started to worry that something had happened to her. After countless unanswered phone calls, I headed home. A few weeks later, while chilling with friends, we received a phone call from a mutual friend. She was waiting at the light rail station for Candy and she had been there for a couple of hours. I knew how she felt, so I volunteered to pick her up. We have become good friends as a result of this situation and we still laugh about it to this day.