As I write this, I am sitting on a flight from Mexico to the U.S., sad to be on my way home after an amazing Spring Break. For the past week, I’ve snorkeled, sunbathed, sailed and sipped margaritas. But my number one favorite Spring Break pastime? People watching.
Every year, college kids descend on beach locales for little more reason than to get trashed and smoosh up against each other (see: Jersey Shore). They descend on these cities with little more than bikinis and a few dollars, and they return to school sunburned and sporting a whopping new case of gonorrhea.