I wonder why french braiding is so hard and who even came up with it anyways. The other day I watched a you tube video like ten times on how to french braid while running to the mirror trying to master this impossible task. I'm pretty sure its on the same level as being an open heart surgeon. Question is after that is who would you most like to meet? And who would you least like to meet in a dark alley.
The other day at an outdoor festival I had a friend continuously feed me rounds and rounds of beers. By the time I left I was severly sunburnt and at least 98% summit pale ale. I had a date night planned later that night so half in the bag I thought it would be a really great idea to put on a red and white "Wheres Waldo" shirt and a bright neon green skirt that went really well with my bright red sunburn. I then decided that I should eat as much as I could to soak up the alcohol and then went to see Cave of Forgotten Dreams. This would have been a great end except the constant movement of the camera made me run to the bathroom like twice to puke my whole dinner which then led to leaving the movie early. I guess I wouldn't have really had this reaction if I was more of a drinker but I'm not, thus learned my lesson. Although too much chocolate is never horrible. Once my Grandmother told me I could die of drinking too much water when I was little when I wanted to see how many glasses of water I could drink in one sitting so maybe stay away from that.
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