It wasn’t me in Prague

Oh what an adventure it was…

The roomies and I decided to strap ourselves in and spontaneously head over to Praha, Czech Republic for a night. Well, it was a one night plan but the second night just ended up happening out of nowhere and we are still not fully taking responsibility for it. It just happened. I guess you could call it “non-stop”.

Oh, it was insane.

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You know you li…

You know you live with encouraging and life-supporting people when your roommates reaction to your hair is “Oh my god, did your hair explode?” “

Where’s Waldo?

I have a new game for you:

 

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Dress up like your own version of Waldo. Try and stay within the confines of what Waldo represents for you, but respect his style, his class, his charm. You know. Then once dressed in your “Where am I even?” attire do a little test run. Look in the mirror and think “Where am I?” if you can find yourself right away, go back, change and spruce up your look. Done? Perfect.

Now, semi hide behind any object and/or person and call out for your roommate to come to the living room/bathroom/cat litterbox/pantry/shoebox you are semi-hiding in. When they come in smile like you are a Caucasian, 50 yr old female who just finished her 13th round of Botox, widen your eyes and LOCK DOWN THAT EYE-CONTACT.

Repeat until you get kicked out of your apartment.