No, it's not Baby New Year, it's my brother John participating in his first plunge. He had threatened to wear a Speedo and here he's attempting to turn his bathing suit into one.
All of the plungers preparing for a dip -- or is that all the dips preparing for a plunge?
Part of our cheerleading squad -- that's my sister Susan, my wife Kim and my Dad dad.
Me and my youngest daughter Cricket post-plunge.
The young 'uns.
The ride home -- well, actually the ride to Andolini's for pizza and (more) beer.
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You guys are either very daring...or just plain nuts!
"Me and my youngest daughter Cricket post-plunge."
Post-plunge; Pre-Pneumonia.
Actually I think it cured my pneumonia. It's very invigorating.
I didn't think pneumonia was contagious but I guess you must have given it to her because she was sounding like shit that night.
Oh please, Cricket's fine. She was fine that night -- she was just emoting. It looks to me like you're already looking for excuses not to go next year. If you're scared, just say you're scared.
Wait a minute, they still call it a Polar Plunge even when it's in South Carolina? I think my son would enjoy it in Chicago, but *I* don't want to be out by the beach even with a coat on in January. One of these years, though, we'll take him out on New Year's Day for an ice-cold dip in the lake.
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