New York City Spring Break - The Drunk Night
We were having such a good time that we were literally rolling on the floor with laughter. Much like the barrels, we rolled out to have a barrel of fun. Zing, boom, ta-ra-rel!! Doesn't it look like Jenny is having an absolute blast? Imagine that this were you, and then you'd have a good idea of how much fun we were having carousing and causing mischief in the hotel hallways. From what I remember, it was great.
When you see yourself in a reflection, you sometimes change your appearance so that you meet establish criteria and societal norms. Jenny and I looked rather normal, so we decided to change our appearance so that we looked drunken and out of control.
Much of this night was and still is a blur. I wish that I could give you a good reason why Jenny is lying on the floor in a stairwell, but I have none. I'd ask her why she did it, but I can guarantee you that she has slim to no recollection of the event in question.
When Jenny started working at the UWM Union as a cashier, she was given the nickname Ice Machine. This was obviously a reference to her older brother (me, the Iceman) but the name never stuck. Our younger brother Tim was given the name Icepick, which brought him the same amount of fortune and glory as his older brother.
This escapade is quickly turning into a "what is Jenny doing in this picture?" trivia game. I know that you'll say that Jenny is drinking a bottle of water (which we found in the athletic room and stole) and I'll certainly agree with you on that one. The real mystery here is what else she is doing besides drinking that water.
We are now inside of the gym/workout area. I'm guessing that there are posted hours somewhere, and I'll also take a shot in the dark and guess that we were in violation of those posted hours. Once again, I'm surprised that no one noticed us and scolded us for our actions. We were causing stir that should have been heard by the hotel staff.
I know that this looks like someone's hotel room, but we are still in the gym/workout area. My best guess is that this area is reserved for people receiving massages. I was reminded that we were trespassing outside of normal operating hours when no one attended to me with a rejuvenating and relaxing massage.