As college kids, our main goal, besides from *studies* of course, ... or more realistically, getting drunk... is to have some insanely, awesome trip with a bunch of our friends doing crazy stuff and creating a memory that will last a life time. You know the one. The kind of trip that most parents have and you think to yourself, "Man, this is the only time I wish I could do something like my dad."

This is one of those stories.... well sort of.

Flashback: Two weeks before spring break.

I, being the spontaneous person I am, decided that some of my boys, aka "hunnies," and I should go on a big, awesome, totally rad, trip for spring break. With about $400 to my name, only one working vehicle between the three of us, AND three totally different ideas of what we should do, I was absolutely determined to make something work for spring break.

Fast forward: The day before spring break started.

Our plans went from going to Wisconsin Dells to South Carolina. Wisconsin Dells was set in stone until then. But along came my friend who then decided, nah, Wisconsin Dells is too realistic. So, we switched it up. With one day left until spring break.

South Carolina: We couldn't get a campsite because we had to be 25 and married. "Well what if we're not 25?" "Then you need to be married." Wait? What? Is this even legal? Pretty sure you can't discriminate me based on my marital status but OK. So our plans changed from South Carolina to California within an hour.

Keep in mind, for every place we decided to go, we calculated how much it would cost each person, from gas to housing to food to activites. We should have calculated how much time we wasted doing this.

Thirty minutes later, when my friend got bored of the idea of the California trip that HE came up with in about five minutes, South Padre became our destination. At this point, we had planned out every day worth of a trip for like six different places. We changed locations FOUR times in about two hours. But South Padre was our final destination — $250. Set in stone. Done.

Oh, you thought that was it? The person who decided we should change our $150 trip to Wisconsin Dells to an at least $250 "luxurious" vacation, only had $25 to his name. Yes, $25, twenty-five dollars. But in two days, he would be able to afford to go... somehow. We were determined. If only we were this determined when it came to studying for our midterms that week.

He was going to ask his parents and both his grandparents for some spending money, then, if needed, I would lend him some. Never mind the fact that I could barely afford this trip. But as I said, we were determined. Fast forward to later on on that same night, I had a crazy a** mental breakdown and decided to dip town and never come back. I would meet up with the gang in Minneapolis for this trip on Tuesday. A trip that in no way would ever work, but determination is somethin', I tell ya.

Sunday night comes and my friend still hasn't gathered any money and I am headed further and further south in the states. We still don't know who's coming or what car we're taking or what the heck the plan even is. But in two days, we were leaving. No ifs, ands, or buts. Until.. my friend, the one with $25 to his name, crashed his mom's car. Whoops. There goes the money he was somehow(?) going to get.

Yet, I was determined to go. No idea how we were going to go. But I was determined. My insanely broke friend and I talked about this trip up until Tuesday morning. By this point, the rest of them had just accepted the fact that our very last minute trip wasn't going to work out. Because let's be honest, you can't plan a luxurious, yet insane road trip to some crazy spring break destination in three days and a $25 budget.

Ugh, college kids. You'd think we would learn.

Tuesday came and we didn't go. Sad.

So that was the end of that.

BUT THEN, we had this grand idea to plan a new trip. Highly ignoring the fact that our last plan went into complete flames and very much turning a blind eye on all the red flags that we were not meant to plan trips. We made have reached adulthood, but apparently not that level.

We decided on camping — preferably at a place that didn't force you to be 25 and married. June was the month. We were determined to start this planning as soon as we got back from spring break. Fast forward — it's the end of the school year — and no planing has been done.

But as luck would have it, I spent a whole whopping 20 minutes planning out a trip with a budget for us, two and a half weeks before our set date. Not to toot my own horn, but I have gotten pretty damn good at this. We spent the next two and a half weeks filled to the brim with excitement. This WAS going to be the best weekend of our entire summer. This WAS going to be the trip that tops dad's. This WAS going to be it.

But then....

Did we make it? Did it happen?

Until next time, hold you breath. I'll be answering the age old question: Is Tettegouche really TetteGUCCI?