I’ve always heard it told that immersing yourself in the culture when in a foreign country is the best and most rewarding way to travel. Well Tallahassee isn’t a foreign country, but for two 30-year-olds hanging out with a bunch of FSU coeds (and a few dudes too … all under 23), it kinda felt like it.
For 36 hours we lived like we were back in college and it was a blast. Sleeping on the floor? Check. A never-ending supply of beer? Check. Back-to-back nights hitting the “clubs” til 2:30 am? Check. Horny coeds wearing skimpy outfits? Check. [Don’t worry Mrs. DFCF, they were way out of my league.] Music blaring at eardrum busting levels? Check. Unknown bodily fluids? Check. I could go on and on, but you get the idea. It’s been quiet on the blog this week because it’s taken me this long to recover. I’m getting too old for this kinda shit.
I have so many stories that it’s impossible to fit them all into one post so I’m not even going to try. If a picture’s worth a thousand words, then these should suffice in telling the story of our trip to Tallahassee. Hell, if it wasn’t for these pictures I wouldn’t remember half the trip.