Sigh. I remember G-town spring breaks. Since I grew up on the Island, it meant me and my high school girlfriends sneaking out to the West End even though our parents told us NOT to go. It took us 6 hours to get back because of all the traffic and this was before cell phones so I was grounded for a long time. Still, I got to hear some good music and watch a dude get beat down with the windshield wiper of his own car (another spring reveler ripped it off the windshield and went to town on the dude). Good times.