Driving 130 miles to another state to go to the International House of Pancakes.

Going skinny dipping in the lake on the first day of winter.

Driving around in two cars with your friends and hurlings eggs back and forth at each other.

Sleeping somewhere in a public place.

Going downhill in the dark to the private beach and almost breaking your leg to have a giant bonfire.

Driving around the city with a megaphone and shouting at pedestrians.

God, I miss last year.