The party was so super freaking awesome....for the twelve thousand wasted 19-year-olds who were there on August Spring Break, that is. For us, not so much. But it really was an experience I would not trade though. Food, booze, music, and fire dancing everywhere. The beach was packed with glowing partiers, and the streets were lined with massages, feet-eating fish, glow-in-the-dark body painting, and pizza. Who could ask fr anything more from a full moon?
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