For the love of G-d, please don't ever fly in or out of Houston or in or out of Brownsville. Apparently every bad weather system in the United States settles, at some point, over one of these two airports. Suffice it to say that the horror of my air travel makes the prospect of coming back to SPI kindof a nightmare.
But then I think back to this bartender at Louie's Backyard, and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside about my Spring Break journey.
This is the very same tank top given to the girls in the Screaming Orgasm contest. I give this guy ten bajillion badass points for wearing it.
So, in conclusion, Spring Break was fun. My hotel totally rules; check it out at www.upperdeckhotel.com.