My god, my god. Where to begin? My name is Steve and I just got back from rocky point. Easily four of the better days of my life. Hands down. If you were hot and we met you chances are that you heard we had room 504 and this place called Casa Pinacante, right along the beach with both balconies (upstairs and downstairs) facing out to the horizon. We arrived there Wednesday around 2 or so, and immediately there was beer. So much beer. I've never had so much Corona/DosXX/Sol/Tecate. But there are reasons the drinking age is 21, reasons I'll get in to later. Wednesday night we sort of just went around, me and the three best friends, still taking in the fact that we could legally sit there and mingle at Manny's with beer and shiz. It was slow compared to the other two nights though. We ended up getting home too early after walking back to the casa and slept. Round 2, or as ya'll might call it "thursday" was anything but lame. It was probably the more amazing night of the three. The 5 of us, plus Tyler, hit up Manny's again and that was fun for a while of course. But then we went next door to what ended up being my favorite place in Rocky Point by far: The Ice Box. This is where I met Brooke. Need to know who that is? go here. She's the one with the main picture. The song "fell in love with a stripper" never made more sense. Did I mention the Ice Box's main attraction is a mechanical bull? I sure hope I did, because you wouldnt believe some of the things I saw on this bull. Lo and behold though, on night one, we see plenty of people we know. Ranging from girls we knew very well, to best friends we didnt know were gonna be down there, to girls we (I) used to totally crush on sophomore year. I totally should have started carrying a pen with me because from here on i'll regret not being able to get this girl's contact info. I'll most likely never see her again, regretably. I've got maybe one social connection two her and it's something akin to 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon. Damn, too, I totally used to like this chick. Just ask Evan he remembers that class. But i'll always have WaterGirl. WaterGirl is of course Brooke (see above). To get to the point, the longest convo I had with her was probably 4 sentences outside of IceBox and consisted of a few compliments, a joke a giggle and a "have a good one". I was drunk, forgive me. Friday night, Lads! St. Patty's day. From what I remember, there was dancing, "Chet"ing, angry people, loud music, boobs, fights, DosXX, another fight, another Wet T-Shirt contest, a catfight, girl we knew, girls crying, the girl I mentioned earlier (once again I curse myself for being without pen), and a wind down to sublime in what was a common stop for our group at 2am: The Happy Frog. We got home, knocked over a chair and hit the bed, sleeping until it was time to pack and leave. There are of course hundreds of smaller stories that i'm saving for another time. They include Max's, dodging hotel security, canadian prescription drugs, 15 on 15 volleyball, Emily Rose, crazy taxi's, "baloncesto in la biblioteca", and more. Dont forget North Dakota's win over our crew in the drunken b-ball contest. That's a goodin. Damn, I need to get some pictures for you guys. Not all are appropriate though. So. Deal. I want to go next year too. .Steve