Bear Claw

Note to self: next time your brother is getting married, don't play paintball with a bunch of guys a few weeks before you're going to be in the wedding. He and his wife- heck, or you- probably don't want you to look forever in the wedding photos like you got attacked by a baby bear .

On Game Night

I need to stop forgetting that I should not wash my hair or wear clean jeans on game night day. Now I have perfectly clean hair that, if I go to bed like this, will continue to give me a headache from cigarette smell. Gross. I have clean sheets, too. Sick. I mean, nice but also sick.

In other game night-related news, I ended up with playing till the end with three guys again. I didn't even notice till we were walking down the street when we left. I just feel so at home as "one of the guys" talking about football, Weird Al, and paintball weaponry. Haha. Oh, my life.

Just Another Time I Felt Like a Spy

When Brie came, we went on a tour of a castle. I asked one of the docents a question, and we ended up having a little conversation. Here's a snippet.

"Where do you guys live?"

"Oh, I live in Dresden, but I'm from the US."

"I'm surprised; you don't have a really thick American accent."

"Really?!"

"Oh yeah, you can usually hear an American accent right away. It's really distinct. Especially people from Texas, they have a crazy, terrible accent."

I can't remember how I replied to that besides laughing in my head.