When I was younger I was out of control.....
As you have read before, I worked at Disney World. Its a huge part of who I am. I was 18, legal. I did a lot of celeb VIP status things. NSync, Otown, Backstreet, Wu-tang, HOB, Roxy..... Yup! My friends called me "Backstage". I'm still not sure if I was considered a groupie, or a friend to those peeps. Fuck it, it's all the same to them anyways. I had a solid group of friends in Orlando..... And a few randoms came in and out of my life as well. Lucky's......
I'm at Tubbys apt one day and we are trying to figure out who we can convince to drive us to Panama City Beach for Spring Break. We go through all of the people we know with cars..... Yahtzee!!!!! Tubby calls a girl he lifeguards with at Typhoon, shes instantly in. So we call off work for a few days and hop in the car for a PCB road trip.
We get there, finally find a hotel on the beach to sleep at, get ready and head out to go play. We end up at a bar on the beach, and I notice some bright lights and cheering. Whoa, they are taping girls flashing their tits. At this point in my life I'm training bra status, nothing that some college kids want to pop in the VCR and j-off to. All of my friends get the camera guys attention and start chanting 'Russo'. I never turn down a dare, it's not in my blood. So I whisper in the camera mans ear.... 'I'm pierced downstairs'. He says okay, follow me.... I grab a girlfriend and make her come with me. Next thing you know, I'm at the official condo for the whole production. They walk us to a room and pull out some paperwork we have to sign first. Obviously completely intoxicated, I didn't even sign on the line, I signed on the whole side of the paper. They get the closeup shots, some making out shots, and this is when the whole thing turns into one of the worst experiences of my life. Brace yourself for this......
I was bitten. Yup you heard that right. I screech and end the whole thing, trying to act like I'm fine and not in horrible pain. So my friend and I leave the condo and at this point it's pretty late, like 5am-ish. We get back to the motel and I wake up my best guy friends, drop my pants and show them the damage that was done. They can not believe their eyes. We call a 1-800 doctor number and get some advice. 'go to the er immediately'. Well obviously I wasn't going to do that...... Instead I fill the tub up with ice cold water and sleep in it. Almost drowning multiple times. The next day it's still not okay, but I suck it up and we all head to the beach. Of course we walk by a MTV Spring Break stage and they have a contest going on. 'Worst Spring Break Accident'. Again my awesome friends chant 'Russo' and point at me.
I get pulled up on the stage and the host hands me the microphone to explain my story. I whisper in the guys ear and tell him my story. He stops the contest and says 'She Wins!'
Real life KRP.
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