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hot spots such as the Hard Rock Café, Dady’O’s, and Forum by the Sea, a mini-plaza of restaurants and night clubs.  There was a huge line outside, but when Taylor walked towards the line Jamie grabbed her by the hand and said, “We’re supposed to be V.I.P., remember?  V.I.P.’s don’t wait in line,” and she pulled Taylor to the front of the line with Kendra in tow, pushing people out of the way while flashing her cutest smile as though it were a hall pass that allowed her to cut in front of whomever she pleased.  “Sorry, excuse us.  Sorry, thanks.”
    When they got to the doorman, he held up his hand and said, “Line’s back there, ladies.”
    “Yeah,” said a terribly sunburned girl with a scowl on her face standing next to them.  “We’ve been waiting half an hour.  You need to go to the back,” she told them snootily, pointing the way in case they weren’t sure where it was.
    Jamie pulled out her flier from the back pocket of her jeans.  “Here,” she said, shoving it into the doorman’s hand.
    He looked at the handwriting on the flier and then stood aside to let the girls pass.
    “Hey!” said the other girl in the line.  “How come they get to go in?  I’ve been waiting for freaking ever.  Oh, screw this, let’s go!” she told her friends, and they stomped off in a huff.  “This place isn’t all that, anyway.”
    Jamie gave a wave over her shoulder, “Byeee,” as they disappeared into the club.
    The dance club was enormous.  Shakira was blaring from that million dollar sound system the flier had advertised, “If my hips don’t lie then I’m startin’ to feel ya, boy . . .” drifted h er voice, accompanied by Wyclef Jean and enough bass to mimic an earthquake.
    “I love this song!” yelled Kendra.
    The center of the dance floor was a sea of half-naked bodies.  Lasers and lights lit up the club like a techno alien invasion.  Bare-chested guys were groping girls who still wore their bikini tops; compressed air was shot out of various openings cooling tanned bodies slick with sweat everywhere they looked.  And large though it was, the club was packed full.  Everywhere they looked, people were screaming, dancing, and drinking, drinking, drinking.
    “It looks like an orgy in here,” said Taylor apprehensively.
    “Oh, come on.  Let’s get this party started!” said Jamie.  She grabbed Kendra and Taylor by the hand and headed for the closest bar where a bartender stood atop it like king of the mountain with a funnel and beer.  A patron was knelt at the bottom of the bar, connected to the funnel above by a tube than ran down straight into his mouth.  He sucked at the tube like a suckling piglet while his buddies shouted, “Chug!  Chug!  Chug!”  The beer disappeared in seconds and his friends cheered.
    “Three tequila shots,” Jamie shouted over the chaos.  Without even looking at her, another bartender whipped three tequila shots towards her.  “Three Dollars!  Open bar or cash?” He shouted.  Jamie handed him a five.
    “Hey, weren’t you supposed to get the first one free?” asked Taylor.
    “Screw it!” She handed Taylor and Kendra both a shot, raised her glass, and said, “Here’s to spring break in paradise!”
    Taylor looked at Kendra, who merely shrugged her shoulders with a smile.  “Spring break!” they echoed, and they whipped the tequila down their throats, licked the salt, and bit the lime.
    “Oh,” said Kendra with a wince.  “That’s strong stuff.”
    “Top shelf,” said Jamie.  “They know their tequila down here,” she laughed.
    Two hours later they were all sloshed and having a ball.  Kendra had disappeared back to the dance floor for the tenth time with another guy who had nicer abs than the guy before him.  Jamie had temporarily lost her mind and was at the end of the bar letting guys put shot glasses in her cleavage and then shooting them with no hands while she laughed.  Taylor shook her head disapprovingly,