I was standing in front of a personal Pandora’s box of sorts. It had all of the things that were going wrong with the world tied up inside of it.
Can I get an Ole?!
Rose was the Regina George of horses. Big Black, on the other hand, was your quintessential beach bum.
From a 23-year-old perspective, the Carnival Dream can easily be described as a mini floating Vegas.
One of our Lyft drivers put it best when he said, “We don’t care if you’re black, white, or green. Gay, straight, or in between. We just want you to have a good time.”