High School Days

This weekend brought us back to high school days. Hungry and determined, the five of us piled into my Yaris and braved the icy roads. It was terrifying. Sure, it wasn't anything like what they had in Versoix, Switzerland:
...but it was still pretty dangerous--so dangerous that while we were eating and laughing our heads off, Truc and Giff noticed some sirens at the intersection just before the entrance to IHOP. "Is that a red truck sitting on the median? Yes, it is..." and then Greg called to let us know that he it was him. He slid while turning and he jumped the median, then hit a guy who was just trying to eat some chicken while waiting in the turn lane.

We told Greg that we'd give him a ride home, and after an hour or so, we piled six people into a tiny Toyota Yaris. I was the one sitting on the floor, being held up by some legs nearby.