Saturday, March 31, 2012

Hangover Madness

I remember a weekend skiing in Formigal in the Pyrenees when me and my friend woke up in the afternoon horribly hungover to return home to PaĆ­s Vasco. My friend, having grass, decided it was best to roll it into a joint so it would be easier to hide when going through check points on the way home. It wasn’t until 4 hours later on the road that she released how stupid her idea had been. She crotched the joint (outside her panties) and had an uncomfortable drive home, mostly because I was laughing the whole time.

Hats, hats. So many hats. #hats (Taken with instagram)

Hats, hats. So many hats. #hats (Taken with instagram)