Traveling with friends to Clearwater Beach, Florida? Book with Airbnb host Lea for a room in the beautiful Tropical Breeze apartment building-turned-quasi-hotel. With the bay nestled right behind you and the beach just a few blocks\u2019 walk, you\u2019ll be surrounded by all the natural Florida beauty you came here for. Watch boats float lazily through the glittering water or take a dip in the private pool just steps outside your door\u2014you can\u2019t go wrong!<\/p>\n
The room comes equipped with two beds and a futon, which you\u2019ll offer to sleep on so your friends have more room to spread out. You don\u2019t mind a little discomfort\u2014you\u2019re just happy to see palm trees brushing the windows and feel the southern sun on your skin.<\/p>\n
Remember to send a text to your boyfriend back home. Remind him to feed your cat and spend plenty of time with her\u2014this is the longest you\u2019ve ever been away from her, even if it\u2019s only for a few days. Tell him you love him, even though you were never quite sure that was true.<\/p>\n
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Take a walk down to Clearwater Beach, the strip of sand the whole barrier island was named for. You have to walk through the surf shop to access it\u2014try on kitschy baseball caps and make note of the large beer section for later. Point at weed-themed souvenirs and laugh\u2014you and Katelyn are 21 and Paige 22, but you\u2019re not too mature to be above stupid jokes. Feel the air conditioning fade behind you as your feet touch the sand. Squint your eyes against the Florida sun and take in the beauty of the blue-green water. Seagulls flock above your head; saltwater laps at your ankles, floating seaweed tangling around your feet. Take pictures of the ocean and pretend that nobody\u2019s ever taken the same one. Send the pictures to your boyfriend, along with one of you and your friends. Don\u2019t wonder where he is when he takes too long to respond.<\/p>\n
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When the sun goes down and your skin is dry and darker from the day, shower the sand out of your hair and pick out a tank top and jean shorts for a night out at the beach. You thought that\u2019s what this vacation would be\u2014bar-hopping and drinking with your high school friends\u2014and you weren\u2019t exactly wrong, but you find out from a quick Google Maps search that everything closes before midnight. Thankfully, Coco\u2019s Crush is only a short walk down the road, and they stay open until three in the morning!<\/p>\n
Walk through the open-air entrance and head straight for the three open seats at the bar\u2014there\u2019s a fan pointed right at you there, and you\u2019ll need it to keep from sweating in the leftover humidity. Order a vodka RedBull to keep yourself awake and ignore the bartender when he calls you “babe” and “beautiful.”<\/p>\n
Coco\u2019s Crush stands out as a fun nightlife spot for their nightly live music. The performer tonight is an older man with a guitar around his shoulders and sweat beading down his forehead. When he stops his set to yell out to the bartender for two shots of tequila, twist your torso and watch him upend the yellowish bottle into two small glasses. When the performer gestures to a girl in the front row and says, \u201cYou, come up here,\u201d give your friends a look out of the corner of your eye. Even if you hadn\u2019t known them since you were fourteen, they would still understand what you\u2019re thinking in that way all women do. When he hands her a shot and asks her how old she is, don\u2019t tense your shoulders when she says twenty-five and he responds, \u201cHow do you feel about guys twice your age?\u201d Look anywhere but her eyes as she stands quiet, frozen. \u201cCome on,\u201d he\u2019ll chide her into the microphone, the bar packed with people all turned toward the stage, \u201cjust for one night.\u201d Order a shot and think about something else.<\/p>\n
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Head back to Clearwater Beach once more, this time with a blanket and a tent in tow. Tie your swimsuit straps tight and crack the top of the High Noon you bought at a corner store. This is your time to soak in the Florida sun. Feel the sand forming to the shape of your body under the blanket; brush off the wet grains of it sticking to your feet. The beach isn\u2019t overrun with people\u2014a haven in the midst of an overpopulated tourist state on Fourth of July weekend\u2014but a reasonable crowd will amass. Come prepared with premade turkey sandwiches wrapped in cellophane so you don\u2019t lose your spot. When the inevitable craving for coffee kicks in, walk a block over to the McDonald\u2019s and come back with a full drink carrier.<\/p>\n
When Katelyn\u2019s friend, a girl you all went to high school with but you never knew very well, joins you, tell her about your life after college. She moved to Tampa recently but you\u2019re still in Pittsburgh, living with your boyfriend of a year and a half. Tell her, \u201cIt just sort of happened.\u201d Explain, \u201cIt helps a lot with the rent.\u201d Don\u2019t tell her about the doubts you\u2019ve been having since long before his clothes took up half of your closet. Don\u2019t tell her that he works at a restaurant until late, that he stays out drinking every night of the week and comes home smelling like cigarettes, that he seems more interested in the waitresses at work than he does in you. Don\u2019t tell her that hardly a week after your dad died, he left you to go to the bar while you cried so hard in your bed that you couldn\u2019t catch your breath. Don\u2019t tell her that when your mom called you and told you your dad had overdosed, that it killed him this time, he said he was too busy to talk about it. He had water boiling on the stovetop across the room. Tell her, \u201cI don\u2019t know where it will go.\u201d Lie in the sun for hours without sunscreen. Feel your skin tighten against your bones. Smile at the heat that fills your blood.<\/p>\n
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What\u2019s the point in trying out a new bar when you\u2019ve already found the perfect spot? Head back to Coco\u2019s Crush again\u2014why not, you\u2019re on vacation!\u2014where the bartender will be waiting to serve you free drinks all night. When he reaches his hand across the bar for you to hold for the fifth time, turn him down for the fifth time\u2014you have a boyfriend, and even as a joke, you don\u2019t want to entertain his flirting. Sure, he\u2019s handsome in a dark-haired, Florida-tanned way, with upturned lips and subtle wrinkles. You think he\u2019s probably twenty-nine or thirty, but you\u2019ve never been the best at guessing ages. When you ask him and he tells you he\u2019s forty-one, wonder how old he thinks you are\u2014twenty-two in five days, but he didn\u2019t ask for your ID when you ordered your drinks the first night.<\/p>\n
When an acquaintance from college asks if she can call you, tell her yes without hesitation. Step away from the bar toward the empty side of the building\u2014everyone has crowded toward the stage where the live performer just started his set. When she tells you through tears that your boyfriend is cheating on you, that it\u2019s been going on for weeks, thank her for letting you know. Assure her that she did the right thing. Hang up the phone and text your boyfriend to move out of your apartment as soon as possible.<\/p>\n
Make it into the bathroom with your friends before you cry. It\u2019s the best location for it\u2014crickets chirping around the sink and drunk girls smiling at you as they step out of the stalls. Call your mom\u2014she\u2019ll put things into perspective. \u201cYou didn\u2019t even like him that much, anyway.\u201d Tell her you\u2019re more offended than you are hurt. Tell her you feel stupid that you didn\u2019t know sooner, that you didn\u2019t expect this even though it was obvious. Let Katelyn and Paige remind you that you deserve better. Take turns crying and laughing. You can already see the humor in the situation.<\/p>\n
When you sit down at the bar again, forget how old the bartender is. Order enough drinks that you won\u2019t remember the night. Try the white tea shot\u2014it\u2019s their specialty! Try it a few more times\u2014five or six or maybe seven. When you get your receipt and your total for the night is less than ten dollars for enough drinks that you can\u2019t stand up without your friends at either arm, try not to slur your words when you tell the bartender you\u2019ll tip him. When he says, \u201cDon\u2019t tip me, just write your number on there,\u201d try to focus your double vision enough to write each digit. When your friends drag you back to your beautiful room at the Tropical Breeze Airbnb, do everything they tell you\u2014brush your teeth and change into your sleep shorts, drink a bottle of water\u2014so they\u2019ll give you the \u2018Guest Check\u2019 slip where the bartender wrote his own phone number. Send him a text before you go to sleep. Don\u2019t think about your boyfriend\u2014your ex-boyfriend\u2014back in Pittsburgh. Sweet dreams!<\/p>\n
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Tired from a long day in the sun? Hungover from your long-distance breakup at the beach bar down the street? Call the local Mexican restaurant and order delivery straight to your room! Sit on the floor with your friends and eat your overpriced quesadilla with a vodka soda from the fridge to help your headache. The cold tile will soothe your sunburnt legs, and the chill will clear the clouds from your mind. Don\u2019t wonder how you\u2019ll cover your rent now. Don\u2019t regret moving in with him at all. You\u2019ll have plenty of time for that later.<\/p>\n
Open your phone and check your texts from the bartender. Tell your friends he took the night off from work, that he wants to show you bars farther down the strip before you go home. Tell him you\u2019ll see him later.<\/p>\n
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Show up to The Brown Boxer ready to party. This arcade-style bar will surely be filled with people in an hour or two, but it\u2019s still early, so you have the place mostly to yourself. Take a look at the people around you\u2014more of them your age than anywhere else you\u2019ve been, but still not a great selection\u2014and decide that even though he\u2019s older than you (nineteen years older, to be exact), the bartender is your best option for distraction. Look around at the flashing lights and black barstools. Order a vodka cranberry and listen to your friends talk. Try not to think about how the rest of the night will go.<\/p>\n
When the bartender shows up, pretend like you weren\u2019t waiting for him. Don\u2019t make it seem like you\u2019re uncomfortable, even though you\u2019re realizing that you might be. Smile and laugh at the things he says. When he orders you a drink, say thank you and accept it.<\/p>\n
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It turns out there is more to this beach than just Coco\u2019s Crush! Just down the street, you\u2019ll find another bar you didn\u2019t notice on Google Maps. On the walk to Jamminz, an 80s-themed bar with loud music and cheap drinks, make a joke that Katelyn is only sixteen. When the bartender\u2019s face pales under the streetlight glow, try your best not to notice the irony of the situation.<\/p>\n
At the bar, head straight to the back, where you\u2019ll find built-in beer pong tables, and strike up a game with your group. Partner up with the bartender, because any other pairing wouldn\u2019t make sense. Squint against the blinding neon dotting the dark crowd. Lean in close to hear your partner talk beneath the blaring speakers. Let your arms brush together a few times, just to check how it feels. Notice the space closing between you as the game goes on.<\/p>\n
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Let the bartender walk you back to your Airbnb. Stop thinking about all the Dateline<\/em> and 20\/20<\/em> episodes your mom has summarized for you over the years. Seriously, stop thinking about that. Lock your door later and get over it.<\/p>\n Hang back when your friends disappear into the room. When the bartender asks you, \u201cWant to make out?\u201d don\u2019t be disappointed that he sounds like a frat boy. Don\u2019t pull away immediately when he feels stiff and unfamiliar pressed against you. Don\u2019t blame yourself that you expected age to equate to maturity. It\u2019s not your fault that your dad died four months ago and he never showed you an example of a good man anyway. It\u2019s not your fault that you\u2019re the worst kind of cliche now.<\/p>\n Let the kiss last for a few minutes, even as you regret every second. Pretend like you don\u2019t know Paige and Katelyn are watching you from the window. Don\u2019t post the video they take of you on your private Snapchat story for your ex-boyfriend to see\u2014but of course, you\u2019ll do that no matter what I tell you.<\/p>\n Say goodnight to the bartender. It\u2019s the last time you\u2019ll ever see him in person, but you\u2019ll keep in touch for the next few weeks. He\u2019ll text you later that night to meet him at Clearwater Beach, but that one thing, at least, you\u2019re smart enough to say no to.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Make sure to arrive a few hours early for your flight home from Tampa International Airport, nonstop to Pittsburgh International Airport. You\u2019ll need that time to get through security, buy dinner at Dunkin\u2019 Donuts, send Snapchats of you and Katelyn to the bartender, who tells you he loves you and insists he\u2019s not joking.<\/p>\n When you get home, your apartment will be half-empty and too quiet. You\u2019ll unpack your suitcase, and you\u2019ll move forward. For now, don\u2019t think about what happens next. Don\u2019t worry that you\u2019re destined to live in this cycle forever. Watch the palm trees sway outside the windows. Enjoy your last moments in Florida before they\u2019re gone. We hope you\u2019ll return to sunny Clearwater soon!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Don\u2019t blame yourself that you expected the bartender’s age to equate to maturity. It\u2019s not your fault that your dad died four months ago and he never showed you an example of a good man anyway. It\u2019s not your fault that you\u2019re the worst kind of cliche now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":182,"featured_media":20383,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[760],"tags":[263,3539,81],"class_list":["post-19922","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-creative-nonfiction","tag-humor","tag-second-person","tag-travel","writer-bailey-sims"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19922","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/182"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19922"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19922\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20384,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19922\/revisions\/20384"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/20383"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19922"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19922"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19922"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Say Goodbye To Sunny Florida | Tampa International Airport<\/h5>\n