Gastronomically, anyway.
There are several things that I enjoy and there are several things I do not enjoy. "Bonding experiences" falls into the first category. "Refusing dares" lives in the second.
Coincidentally, I'd place the sensation of eating a raw habanero somewhere between the Rapture and a dragon orgy on my tongue.
Tonight, I learned just how desperately 6 dudes can want milk and just how hilarious the fight for that aforementioned milk can be... And as we all alternated crying, laughing, swatting each other in the stomach, and trying to grab the gallon from one another, I could only think one thing: We are the poster children of friendship.
Stupid, excruciating friendship.
We then proceeded to eat things and set stuff on fire and prove that none of us can really play guitar.
Rock on?
In other news:
-The play I'm working on opened the other night. So, that was cool. (Readers: If either of you happen live in Bend, you ought to check out Sordid Lives at 2nd Street Theater. There's yelling and casserole and lots of bras.)
-I just figured out what "YOLO" means. Boo, humanity... Boo.
-Made flan tonight. Considering the reverence with which its name is generally uttered, it's disappointingly un-weird. Tasty, though.
-Midterms.
Awwww, yeah.
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