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Kate Torgovnick
You Can’t Make This Stuff Up: Daytona Beach Edition.
3 Comments | posted April 10th, 2007 at 02:25 pm by Kate Torgovnick


This week, I headed to the NCA College Cheerleading Nationals in Daytona Beach. And while I had a blast at the competition, Daytona Beach itself was pretty horrifying. Let’s just say that I’ll never make a joke about New Jersey again. I am hereby declaring Daytona one of the worst places in America, and here are just a few of the reasons why.

1. Since people can drive their cars on Daytona beaches, you have to watch for traffic while you build a sandcastle. And, um, did anyone else notice that there are speed limit signs on the on the beach? That’s just whack.

2. Upon arriving at the airport, I got in a cab. Not five minutes later at a stoplight, my cab driver swung open the door and proceeded to get in a physical fight with the cabbie who pulled up next to us.

3. At my hotel—which was perfectly decent besides this—the words, “Two chicks needed for threesome,” were scrawled on my bedside lamp in permanent marker, along with a phone number. A touch of class.

4. Nearly everyone in the city seemed to be wearing a Corona or Budweiser brand swimsuit, and seemed determined to ignore the fact that it was only around 60 degrees.

5. I actually stumbled upon a pizza parlor where you can get a t-shirt or license plate airbrushed while you wait. What a town?!? —Kate

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There are currently 3 responses

  1. Bwahahaha!! A touch of class indeed!

    April 10th, 2007 | 11:12 pm
  2. Erin

    i am there…

    right now…

    and if there’s anything worse than daytona in general….it’s daytona with no sun and rain for 3 days.


    April 10th, 2007 | 11:39 pm
  3. Kate Torgovnick

    Oh my goodness, I am so feeling for you. I can’t even imagine the horror. Here is your coping plan: A) go with the flow and get the cheesiest shirt possible airbrushed and wear it everywhere you go so you fit in. B) eat at Byron’s Grill, which is actually a pretty good Greek restaurant on North Atlantic. There was also a good place for fried fish sandwiches on the beach past the Hilton on North Atlantic. Sorry I can’t remember the name.

    April 11th, 2007 | 8:12 am

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