That must have been taken the weekend they got me drunk and talked me into getting my chest waxed. I don't remember much of that weekend, there was entirely too much tequila consumed. Then later as we were walking out of one of the many bars, Tracy got the bright idea to kick that rock that hit the ladder and knocked the painters pail of blue paint off the ledge. We all got covered in paint and had to go back to the hotel to get some clean clothes but all we could find was Steve's pkg of Depends. How we got the towels on our heads and the white gloves I have no idea. When I woke up I had locked myself in my hotel room and Steve was running up and down the hall on a stick pony slapping his rump screaming, "Hi Ho Silver Away!!!" wearing his Lone Ranger mask and Sponge Bob Underoos.
Man, that was a wild weekend.