Gays Gone Mild: Gay Spring Break 2008
Listening to NPR while crossing the Seven Mile Bridge on the way from Miami to Key West , the nation is abuzz with gossip of former New York governor Eliot Spitzer’s high-class prostitute’s Girls Gone Wild past . Feeling more than mere schadenfreude, I can’t help but get pumped up by the reports for my own version of collegiate -- or in this case, well past post-collegiate -- debauchery during the second annual incarnation of Gay Spring Break .
This year, except for a week's worth (March 22nd-30th) of sponsored pool parties, nightclub events and underwear sunset sails from The Out Traveler ’s sister website Gay.com , the festival grew at a more individual pace, with each bar/club/resort urged by the Key West Business Guild to schedule its own offerings under the two-month marketing umbrella of “Gay Spring Break.” The link throughout: college IDs, even in our case law school ones, were golden.
Flash forward three days -- and a convenience store’s worth of mini-bar-made Jell-o shots -- and although my and my law school friends’ collective fantasies of student bodies never quite materialized, much like last year’s laid-back start , this year’s fest was as riotously inspiring and wholly relaxing as any sand, sun and tropically-climed destination with exquisite examples of plantation-style architecture should be.
For those college kids who made the trek (perhaps even for those committing to their closet bromances in frat land at the more “ straight” end of Duvall Street), you could tell by their wicked grins that just having a place to simply let loose amid sun and open container laws -- not to mention resoundingly live-and-let-live queer, if not gay gay gay , locals -- was reason to vacation enough.