Ah, so that's what the middle finger is for.
Alex, pointing out that his life insurance policy expressly stated no benefits would be rewarded for "gondola and/or suspended car accidents of any kind", wished he had paid the extra 50 cents to get coverage.
A perfect example of why you should never allow someone to photograph you while dancing.
Steve, a firm believer in the "If I don't see us plummeting to our doom hundreds of feet below, I'll be OK" train of thought, hung on for dear life.
Kash: Milking the cow! Milking the cow!
Christine: Adrian!
Wes: I can't feel my arms.
Sean: Kash, why is your fly open?
20 degree weather didn't agree with Steve. The scorpion Shasta had placed in Steve's glove held similar views.
Christine: I'll catch you....layta.
Andy: Ya put your right hand in, ya put your right hand out, ya put your right hand.....Chris...Chris...your RIGHT hand. Dumbass.
Is it just me or does Lora look way too professional and proper to be out on the ice?
After one too many beers, Lora liked to flail her arms about. Christine was the first casualty, but Sean was wise to her little game.
Sean and Alex had dragged Lora backwards around the rink 3 times already. When they reached the beginning, they patiently waited for her to take back her statement that "Voyager was the best Trek series".
To Kash and Ado, nothing is funnier than a 6ft 8inch man falling to the ground after succumbing to the thick disco fog.
The figure skater had some beautiful moves. His friend (lower left), tried to call to him when the first cracks in the ice appeared, but it was no use. The skater sank to the bottom with style, no points for the water landing though.
Lora was having fun teaching Christy a little game. Grab the opposite butt cheek of some guy in a club, and look away as they turn around to blame some unsuspecting woman. The man in the yellow shirt was victim number 16 for the night.
