Chris Friese, clad in a North Face jacket watches his breath disappear into the cold March air as he stands outside Boston’s Logan Airport on Sunday. “It was a hell of a trip,” the junior business major says with a raspy voice. “Sucks dick being back in New England,” he added.

Friese, like many young adventurers traveled to Corpus Christi Texas with his roommates for Spring Break. He removed a glove to fix his backwards New Era Sox cap, revealing a tanned hand and a plastic band fastened around his wrist. Choosing not to go the all-inclusive route, Friese and his “bros” piled into two adjacent motel rooms on the gulf. “We squeezed nine guys into two rooms, we even got to use that door that goes from room to room.” Friese explained that he wasn’t even aware that those doors were operational and admitted that he thought they only existed in the movie “Rookie of the year.”

Friese prided himself on never having to sleep with a travelmate, and that he even slept in the tub one night to ensure he wouldn’t have to share beds: “We just put the two pussies who passed out first in a bed together.” He also noted that he went back with a girl one night and said female   had to “kick mad bitches out” so that they could hook up.

The bracelet on his wrist came at the price of cover charge: $10, but got Friese a free drink. Foregoing the opportunity to order a Bud Light, Friese decided to expand his normal drinking parameters and order a JagerBomb. “Cuz I felt like gettin’ fucked up without passin’ out too early.”

As he loaded his duffel bag reeking of beer, low tide and piss onto his shoulder before stepping his Timberland feet into a taxi, he grimaced. “I got this damn sunburn,” he muttered as he rubbed his shoulder. Friese acknowledges that he was too “amped” upon arriving in Corpus Christi that he forgot to get sunscreen and napped on the beach for four hours. “I don’t regret it,” he stated. “It’s a good momento.”

So is that hickey on his neck.