So it was like 1:00am and Dave (roomie) and I couldn’t sleep. Dave wanted to have a snowball fight, so I told him to go find some more people and I’d consider it. Anyway, nobody was awake in the nearby vicinity so we put on some clothes and head to the lobby. Nobody wants to join us, but we’ve both got some excess energy to kill.

Anyway, we get the hairbrained idea to run from Middlebrook across the bridge and back. In pajama pants, a t-shirt, and a hat. Needless to say it’s REALLY COLD OUTSIDE (15 degrees Farenheit, with a windchill of 0 degrees). Anyway, I make it to the bridge and am already freezing cold, so I decide to run across the bridge in the enclosed area (a little warmer and no wind). Dave, however, being the tough guy decides to do the whole thing outside. How he still is alive is amazing.

Moral of the story: It’s cold outside.