First off, the people I went with to Florida are as follows:

Me

...even though I was taking most of the pictures on the trip, so you won't see much of me (thankfully). To start things off on the right foot, here is me with my disgustingly ripped physique for your viewing pleasure.

Rachel

Rachel is my girlfriend. She's also the best girlfriend in the whole world - she's sweet, funny, and everything else that is good about people. I wouldn't trade her for the world, although there are some pretty good videogames coming out.

Paul and Mindy

Paul and Mindy are boyfriend and girlfriend (Paul is the one on the left). It was Paul's condo that we stayed in and Paul's car that we drove. Mindy thankfully "sat bitch" the whole way down to Florida (all sixteen hours), so no one else had to worry about taking the worst seat in the car.

Abby

Abby (on the right, in case you're slow) is Rachel's friend, and she listens to terrible rap music (ha ha Abby). I remember at one point hearing a song where the artist tells the listener "Uh-huh, OK, What's Up, Shut Up" overtop of an array of synthesized fart-resemblant brass noises. That particular song played a trickdaddy on my ears before I went temporarily insane.

Stedman

Stedman's real name is Josh, but I'm not going to call him that because no one would know who the hell I'm talking about. One day when I'm at his wedding, I'll probably forget where I am when they call him Josh at the altar.

Bill O'Reilly

I'm just kidding, Bill didn't really go with us.