Jack Don't Let Go!!!

Libby, Maci and I being cuddle bugs in the freezing weather.

It was the dusk of Friday eve when the crusading crew embarked on a journey of heartache, toothache and painstaking adventure also known as the sunset boat tour. Libby and I embarked on a journey beforehand to acquire sweatshirts for this daunting adventure. As we boarded the boat with our newly styled fits, we evaluated our chances of exiting the boat in one piece. The boat tour was extremely pleasant and educational. I received immense amounts of enjoyment from the “totally true” stories that were being fed to us by the first guide. Once the tour was coming to an end, Libby, Maci and I all huddled together to insure the lasting functionality and integrity of our limbs. Then, the delirium kicked in. Everything was funny. Everything was cold. In the end, the only thing that kept us alive was the burning fire of our friendship, and maybe a bean burrito that I had eaten in a past life.