I've known Jill since we were freshmen at Syracuse. I kind of moved myself into her room after I realized that she and her roommate, Cara, had a freezer attached to their mini fridge and I had popsicles that were melting. We've been friends ever since.
First, pre-game shots, as always. I actually sat still long enough to get a proper haircut on Saturday.
Jen, another survivor of Dall Hall, third floor, circa 1996, was there.
Lookin' extra fly.
No party is complete without an eggnog cheesecake.
Jill is the only person I know who was excited about turning 30.
Seriously.
Two old ladies in the corner. Total cougars.
A drunk Santa that I found on Orchard Street
