You might think the experience of going to a recreational island in the
Lake Erie was going to be synonymous with fun. But I was wrong. I
expected Put-in-bay –P.I.B- to be a kind of exclaved paradise in the
U.S... Wrong again, my ideal was far from reality. Instead of relaxed
laws and an overall sense for leisure, we found the Federal eagerness to
keep making money ominously present as the usual: an open container was
still fined with some juicy $260 fine; and accordingly, keeping with the
manic tradition for alcohol-punishment, police officers were everywhere
and pretty busy fining people a tort i a dret. 
   Of course, the experience might vary from people to people, depending on
what you understand for “having fun”. For my American friends the
definition was clear: drinking beers ala chain reaction, and spending, if
possible, the entire day drunk or either taking some nap –and being drunk
while dreaming was indeed desired.


A graphic example of responsable drinking around the island.
   
   But luckily there was life beyond the 16oz beer cans. You got it: I am
talking about the girls. For example, who can refuse free flashes? -For
those that don’t know, it just means exposing the breasts.
   So on Saturday night one nice random chick gave us one in the street…And
what One one…Seriously, her boobs were so round and seemingly so compact
that even with my camera on hand, all my motor functions were temporarily
shut down. Eduardo, Doron, Dave and I were left speechless… “Oh my God!
What we just saw!!?” Was our lasting motto for the rest of that Saturday
Night Live. 
   Yeah, the girls were kinda fine, but, seriously, do you really need to go
to an island to see flashes? Moreover, the rational for them was the
“bachelorette” factor. Without it, nothing happens. This factor is a
widespread tradition in the U.S. –come on, we Europeans also have
bachelor parties, but not that much “street-oriented” as in here. 
   Looks like when someone is scheduled for getting married –FYI, even if
reciprocally consented, in U.S. is a strong synonymous with “my last days
of freedom on Earth”-  he or she is allowed to have one last fling the
previous days. Or some sort of. Maybe a carnal initiative might seem too
much, but giving flashes or other sorts of naughty behaviors -check
video- are OK. 


It was Eduardo's finnest hour
   
So we wandered over there, in the streets of P.I.B observing the beauty
around, the frenzy EMS rushing in to mainly help drunks survive
concussions and the police having fun arresting people and fining desired
absent-minders with open-containers.
P.S: I know, I know, sorry. Police just follows orders, so if anyone is
unsatisfied by the status quo on open containers, we should cuss senators
or law-makers, not poor field officers.


No wonder naps were needed late on ...