We had a birthday party for Katie at my apartment, and I left early to pick up my brother in law from the airport, then drive down to meet my family at the hotel we were staying in for my cousins wedding that weekend. When we arrived there was a great drunken cheer and we were informed that we were, at the grooms bidding, going swimming. In the atlantic ocean. In May. At 2 am. After some Harry Belafonte and limbo to spriten us up, and some glasses of wine, we accomplished our freezing cold, incredibly stupid, and unstoppably memorable act.