This is a pretty long story with a lot of background. If you wanna skip to the good part, look for the —– although I think all of it could be the good part.
My freshmen year of college, me and three buddies made the pilgrimage to Panama City Beach for a week of debauchery. The beachside hotel we stayed at was in the middle of a long string of hotels where college kids would party together, sharing drinks and drugs, and trying to fuck anything that moved. We were no different, stocking our hotel room with weed we had brought and cheap drinks we got from the liquor store that never blinked at our ridiculous fake IDs.
The first day, we drank and smoked in the sun all day, enjoying the salty gulf air, laughing at our friends stuck back in the Midwest cold. We had made plans to meet up with some new friends that night at a bar about a mile away and by the time we stumbled into the Uber, we were absolutely toast. When we stepped out of the Uber, we were welcomed with an open-air tiki bar with live music and a big dance floor near the ocean. I love to dance (not very good at it), so I immediately ordered us some tequila shots and beers and raced (wobbled) to the dance floor. Before long, there was a group of girls near us and they wordlessly paired up with us.