Winning New York

The night after Robbi and I skidded into New York on our U-Haul's three good wheels, we decided the occasion called for celebration.  That Saturday afternoon, with our armpits in rare form and our entire bodies out of breath, we lay on my new living room floor laughing at life.  Two girls who hadn't driven regularly in nearly 5 years, had no experience driving any sort of oversized vehicle, had no radio signal (except one shining beam of light in a Journey song) and no CD player, hadn't ever changed a flat tire, hadn't ever driven into 8 million people's city that never sleeps, MADE IT.  A few beers were in order.

We met a couple friends of ours from Wisconsin at a nearby tavern, still sweaty and delirious.  Without realizing what was happening, we came upon a classy rooftop party in the middle of Manhattan.  What a view!  The majority of the guests were dressed in slick blacks and strappy shoes.  Robbi and I had our moving clothes on.  [Note to self: Always look good in New York.  You live in New York now, Lisa.  Step it up.]  Apparently the posh partiers weren't too swank to play a good old fashioned game of flip cup... This is a game of precision and accuracy, of concentration and reflex.  After our momentous trek across the country, we had no problem winning the gold, and kicking off this ride in New York in style.