When Anna and I were new roomies, we went to a party with a Hospital Theme, because our pal Holland just finished her Nursing boards. I decided to go as a runner who had been hit by a car. Anna and I drove her new Volvo through mud puddles, scrubbed mud on her tires and then drove over one of my white running shirts, but it just didn't show up dark enough so I decided to go as a meth addict instead, because I had these awful high-wasted mom jeans and fake crocs. Anna of course couldn't leave her heels behind and went as the sexy nurse. Good times.