Title | Houstonian, 1990 |
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Date | 1990 |
Description | This edition of the Houstonian, published by the students of the university in 1990, is the official yearbook of the University of Houston. |
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Language | English |
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Original Item Location | LD2281.H745 H6 v. 56 1990 |
Original Item URL | http://library.uh.edu/record=b1158762~S11 |
Digital Collection | Houstonian Yearbook Collection |
Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/yearb |
Repository | Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries |
Repository URL | http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/special-collections |
Use and Reproduction | In Copyright |
File Name | index.cpd |
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File Name | yearb_1990_048.jpg |
Transcript | What I Did on My Break (Or... Does Brunhilda really deserve the stud award?) Sunday 6 p.m. — Beginning the journey into Spring Break Partyland. Destination. . . South Padre Island. What a long drive. Here we go. Sunday 8 p.m. — Still driving. .. It's a long way to the Land of the Living Drunk. Wake me up when we get there. Sunday 10 p.m. — Okay, when is this ride over? Why are we listening to radio static and who drank all the beer? Sunday 12 a.m. — Finally! Ahoy Captain. Water straight ahead. Save a spot for me on the beach. I've got to get some rest. Like I really need it! Bikini-alert! Monday 10 a.m. — Surf's up. Getouttamyway. Beer, volleyball and women (Not in that order). .. ahh, what a beautiful day. Check out those bikinis. Who drank all the beer? Monday 10 p.m. — Buenas noches. Matamoros, here I come! Cerveza, cerveza and mucho mas cerveza. This time I'll watch the beer chest. Tuesday 10 a.m. — Oh, man ... where am I? Holiday Inn? But, I'm staying at Motel 6. What a headache. Tuesday 10:01 a.m. — Finding my way back to Motel 6. I feel like I drank all the beer! Tuesday, all day — I think I'm gonna be sick. Paying dearly for Monday night. Leave the bathroom door open and get out of my way. Wednesday, 10 a.m. — What a beachy day. Off again to the sand and the sun. Don't forget the beer. Wednesday, 3 p.m. — Go back into Mexico, this time to the market t< haggle with what some call sales man. Wednesday 8 p.m. — Back to thi hotel, admiring the merchandise bargained so hard to get. "Hou much did you pay for that blanket?' "$10," I say. "I 52 RESHAPE |