We guided Jennifer into the ocean on a neon pool toy so that she wouldn't hurt her recently repaired knee fighting the waves. We managed to keep her afloat, though it wasn't possible to keep her dry.
The early evening was spent driving to the national seashore for a photo shoot. We all wore our custom t-shirts and pretended to be beautiful people.
At night, dinner was prepared on our strange grill. Though it looked like the type of thing you'd find in a public park, Matt made a heroic effort and successfully cooked everything.
For horrifying entertainment, we watched the high school videos that Rhiannon compiled for the trip. Rhiannon recorded our reactions to the tape for the next version. I can't wait to see that -- very meta? I'm pretty sure that anyone watching our high school exploits would assume that we were drunk or high all the time. I won't shatter that illusion with the truth.
After the video, serious drinking ensued. A few much more seriously than others. Some of the more intoxicated members of the party provided compelling footage for the next round of tapes -- topless dancing, girl on girl action, body shots, lots of watching the Cosby show. The photographic record only scratches the surface. When I went bed, certain rooms were empty and other doors were locked. By the end of the evening most of the alcohol supplies had been drained -- people were even desperate enough to resort to creative tequila drinking. I have no problems with tequila shots, but this was not a good option for Fred.