|This is me and Lauren in college. Totally sober. (Not joking.) And yes, I used to be blonde.|
So they spent the day at Disneyland and since I work about 45 minutes from The Happiest Place On Earth (As Long As You're Not Crying, And It's Not Too Hot, And The Lines Aren't Too Long), I decided to meet them for dinner at Downtown Disney. So, I head down there...
|Who comes up with this stuff?!?|
After I park my car, I'm walking to the restaurant and there are a few people walking behind me, clearly teenagers.
|Google "teenagers" and this pops up on your image search. I have so many snarky things to say about this.|
Anyway. Confusing. So I get to the restaurant and am there slightly early, so I head to the bar to get a glass of wine whilst waiting. And I don't even get carded. Which... fine (read: not fine). But as I relay this information to Calla via text (also known as the other half of Nalla, also known as my just plain other half; you'll learn more about her later) I become slightly indignant and then I text Calla "I mean, I could be a cop, okay buddy? If you don't ID, I'm taking you to jail!" To which she suggested I carry around a fake badge for just such an occasion, and this prompted me to think about looking for the badge from my cop Halloween costume from a couple years ago. Hello!
|Me arresting my now-roommate, Monique (a.k.a. Mother Nature)|
|Patrick's swoopy hair and the bella Lauren - they knew each other in high school, but just reconnected a couple years ago. I LOVE when that happens for people.|
|Us laughing at Patrick taking 14 pictures.|
Ahhh, glorious. Just what I needed today.
On to more adventures tomorrow!