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When Something Good Goes Bad
Posted:04/30/2005
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Imagine yourself with a group of your best friends from college at the greatest place in the world; Cancun. [Editors: We are.]
I couldn’t wait to arrive. We landed at 4:05pm and it was a beautiful night. The warm wind swayed through my hair like rose petals in the air. We began the night with a bang and as my friend says, “We painted the town red”. We went to the club on the first night.
At the club, there was this one guy that was the hottest. He was so hot I could see the steam and sweat rolling off his back. His abs was chiseled with broad shoulders like a bull. His smile was bright and everything I seen on him set the mood right.
It was like a dream come true in Cancun, or I was just wasted. But, no matter what I stared at him the whole night and he finally caught my eye. The mood was seduction so I swiveled my hips right to left toward him and he couldn’t help but stare. He then placed his hand upon my neck removing my hair and he pulled me closer to dance.
It was the force of Hercules and the beautiful Athena and he was my prey dancing in the heavens, until the goddess of love Aphrodite punched me in the face and blood ran from my nose. She said, “Get the fuck off my man bitch.”
I must say even though I got punched in the face and having a bloody nose. I could still fight. Grabbing her neck I pulled her down to the ground. With no thought in mind of what I was doing my friends cheered me on, “Beat that bitch ass Kara.”
I couldn’t believe myself because I was literally stomping this girl in the floor. My friends tried to tell me to stop because they could see blood spurting from her face onto my shoe. Which caused a chain reaction and people stopped dancing to stare at this girl getting smashed on the floor.
My friends grabbed me, pulling me through the crowd before the club owner, could the call the police. We hopped in the car and fled through the night. There was smeared blood on my dress and arm.
We made it back to the hotel in one piece and laughed in exhaust because this night marked the beginning of our first night in Cancun, Mexico. How Sweet!
I couldn’t wait to arrive. We landed at 4:05pm and it was a beautiful night. The warm wind swayed through my hair like rose petals in the air. We began the night with a bang and as my friend says, “We painted the town red”. We went to the club on the first night.
At the club, there was this one guy that was the hottest. He was so hot I could see the steam and sweat rolling off his back. His abs was chiseled with broad shoulders like a bull. His smile was bright and everything I seen on him set the mood right.
It was like a dream come true in Cancun, or I was just wasted. But, no matter what I stared at him the whole night and he finally caught my eye. The mood was seduction so I swiveled my hips right to left toward him and he couldn’t help but stare. He then placed his hand upon my neck removing my hair and he pulled me closer to dance.
It was the force of Hercules and the beautiful Athena and he was my prey dancing in the heavens, until the goddess of love Aphrodite punched me in the face and blood ran from my nose. She said, “Get the fuck off my man bitch.”
I must say even though I got punched in the face and having a bloody nose. I could still fight. Grabbing her neck I pulled her down to the ground. With no thought in mind of what I was doing my friends cheered me on, “Beat that bitch ass Kara.”
I couldn’t believe myself because I was literally stomping this girl in the floor. My friends tried to tell me to stop because they could see blood spurting from her face onto my shoe. Which caused a chain reaction and people stopped dancing to stare at this girl getting smashed on the floor.
My friends grabbed me, pulling me through the crowd before the club owner, could the call the police. We hopped in the car and fled through the night. There was smeared blood on my dress and arm.
We made it back to the hotel in one piece and laughed in exhaust because this night marked the beginning of our first night in Cancun, Mexico. How Sweet!
- McKendree College
Editors Note:
What a great college tradition: the Cancun beatdown.
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