I get an itch every January. No, it’s not from the gal I hooked up with on New Year’s Eve. It’s something else. It’s like a hole that needs filling. Again, not the gal from New Year’s Eve. It’s the planning of Spring Break. Where should we go? Cancun? PCB? South Padre? So many choices. In the real world, taking a week off from your job to drink tequila on the Gulf Coast is “frowned upon.” Hey, I don’t make the rules. Every now and again, I’ll pull up this bad boy on YouTube and think back to the simpler times, where all I had to worry about was whether to use triple sec or amaretto in my monster margs.