Spring Break

Although the title of this article sounds doomed from the get-go, what transpired later during the "break" goes to show just how creative, desperate "products of the 80s" can get with music, movies, and packets of Top Ramen noodles. Okay, it's 1987, and it's my last year of college in Missoula. Now, for some martyr reason or another, I end up ditching plans to go with friends to Cancun to pick up extra hours at a job that I believe paid maybe $5 an hour at the time. The fact of the matter, I couldn't afford a trip to Mexico. So, as the story goes, I set aside a few days of Spring Break to travel by car with my boyfriend and best friend to Seattle. The problem is the trip ended before it began, as we never made it past Alberton, Montana. That's when my beloved 1978 Subaru overheated and broke down. The next several hours were spent waiting on a tow truck and the three of us trying to devise alternative plans for Spring Break. So, while other friends had already left Zoo Town to enjoy legit trips, we were left stranded with no car and most of our money set aside for school. Sure, if our Seattle trip had panned out, we would have had gas expenses of t $1.80 a gallon, but the journey also involved crashing at my cousin's house to save money and to bug her for a while.