Meghann, me, Julie, Sara and Christine after going for a swim in an ice-fucking-cold lake in Rotterdam. It was like 4 in the morning, we were hammered, and we had a brilliant idea: roll a few joints, put them in a zip-loc bag, swim to a small island and smoke said joints. We never made it to the island because the water was so damn cold and the joints popped out of my pocket and floated away in their little bag, but at least we all got pneumonia.