disneyland
Abbi, Marci and I have a tradition of planning a trip together each year. Of course it all started with Hunger Games, but it quickly grew into something much more than that. I get emotional talking about these two and the gratitude I have for them in my life, so I will just skip that assuming you all know how I feel and get to the trip.
Well, let's just get it out of the way: we ate like queens. Churros, dole whips, cookies, corn dogs, pizza. You name it, we feasted. It was glorious. We also zoomed around those parks like maniacs. I don't think I have ever hit Disneyland so hard before. The three of us were destined to find each other because turns out we are all Disneyland freaks. We were constantly on the Disneyland app checking out wait times and zooming back and forth between parks to get fast passes and hit up rides. It was magical. And painful. By day two Abbi had to buy new shoes from Target, haha.
As for hilarity, one day my moisturizer fell into the toilet as Marci was flushing and it went down the drain. Miraculously it didn't clog the pipes. But unfortunately my moisturizer was gone. Another day we were walking in the park, and a girl stopped me and said "Not to be weird, but your zipper is down." And as evidenced three photos up, it definitely was. Marci and Abbi had already posted the photo to instagram and swore no one would notice, but basically immediately Nick texted Abbi letting her know my fly was down, SUCKS TO BE ME. Speaking of how it sucks to be me, on the way home from California I got pulled over by a cop with the name of Buzzard and was given a ticket. It was the universe's way of saying, "Fun is over."
