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There was some serious partying on this vacation. Josh dragged us all down, cracking open the brews not long after the days began. We drank tons of cheap beer (see the Champagne of Beers above!), gallons of cheap wine, and quite a few bottles of nice-so-cheap champagne (the real kind, not Miller Genuine Draft). I don't really know what's going on in the picture above. I think I was asked to look like I was partying in the shot. Chilling on Beth's balcony overlooking the Atlantic, I try to look rockin' with a glass of red wine. It didn't work. |
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| Above, Josh chills with his friend Erica, one week before she left for Australia. She laughs at the Jew while he chugs a beer. The profile is unmistakable. Below, we light some sparklers, which Adam brought from his Chicago toy store, Toyscape. Just one of the many self-inflicted nighttime entertainment rituals. |
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| Jill, I'm so sorry about the pictures below. They were just too funny to let go. Plus, I thought they summed up a lot of the Jupiter Island nightlife for the last days of 2001. |
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| Whenever we'd get bored enough we'd hop in the apartment complex's hot tub. The shot below was taken from the Cornwell's fourth-story balcony. Beth is wearing the santa hat, and the two other ladies (Carmen and Jill) join her. Minutes later we threw beer into the tub. |
