Day 30 - I miss spring break - Part 2

So yesterday I was all nostalgic about missing Spring Break.  But I forgot to mention one of the greatest parts of spring break circa 1996 - MTV Spring Break.  Please tell me you remember MTV Spring Break!?!?   So if I wasn't at the pool, or at the beach, or shopping with family, I was watching MTV Spring Break.  It was like my dirty little secret.  If my parents knew that I was watching this junk on TV they would have killed me.  Surprise!  I watched 20-somethings dance in bikinis for a week straight, and I loved every minute of it.  I had always dreamed of venturing to a Spring Break spot when I got "old enough."  Then I got "old enough" and I wouldn't DREAM of attending an MTV sponsored event anymore.  Hell no.

Do you remember when Jerry Springer would host those trashy talk shows (and I don't mean the one's we see on syndication, but those are just as trashy in their own right).  I am talking about the shows where the women would have to wear a whipped cream bikini and the guy would wear a leopard thong or something stupid like that.  There was always scantily clad women, buff guys, and grinding.  The more of that the better.  And then if Jerry wasn't impressing us with his hosting skills, there would be Say What Karaoke? or there would be random artists performing and drunk people dancing.  There were always mini-stages in the pool.  There was always tequila volleyball.  There was loud music and low talent.  That was the extent of the show.  And I couldn't stop watching.  That to me was the epitome of spring break.  I wanted to do that.  I needed to do that!!

Looking back, time spent watching MTV Spring Break isn't exactly my finest moment.  But I was 11 years old, itching to be cool, and that seemed like the thing to do.  Of course my little sisters and cousin would occassionally join in on watching this crap!  We wanted to badly to be a part of that Spring Break debauchery.  And the irony in it all is that during the day we would watch this junk, but at night, I would watch the Disney channel with my sisters.  We must have watched Disney's "Luck of the Irish" about a dozen times during our spring break week.  I lived a double-life.  I tried to be cool and trendy by watching MTV, and then I would revert back to my younger years and catch up on the made-for-tv flicks that ran over and over and over again on the Disney channel.  It was quite the anamoly.
So, no, I never lived out my Spring Break fantasy.  I was too much of a goody-goody to do anything like that; plus, I had dreams and aspirations of being successful and something told me that dancing like a hoochie on a floating stage with my butt cheeks hanging out, wasn't exactly going to advance my corporate career.  Boy was I wrong!?  (Just kidding).  I will continue to live vicariously through those that have the "ballsinis" to wear that itsy bitsy bathing suit, as I head to my day-job in my business suit.  Weird how much has changed in 15 years.   But I still miss spring break...