Craven Adventures

Once again, I took a trip and neglected to take pictures, my bad.  But I do have an interesting story....

SO, it all starts in the Beer Gardens.  I was tired, so I bitched out and went home to bed.  I'm lame.  I know.  My crew continued until the wee hours....and boy did I NOT hear them when they got back. 

Bethany found this dude in the Beer Gardens with a Master's in Ag Bio, so she partied with him for the evening, all this time with something scheming in her twisted little mind. 

4:30 comes around and I hear this rustling outside my tent.  I woke up, but I didn't get out of my sleeping bag.  All of the sudden, my ten door is zipped open and this dude is pushed in.  He falls on his forehead, and I hear, "Shit, you OK?  Do I have to call 911?".  I roll over, open my eyes. 
"What's Remoue doing in my tent!?"
"Oh, so you do know him."
"Yeah, but that doesn't explain what he's doing in my tent."
"I figured it would be funny if you woke up and there was some random 'stranger' that you thought you knew laying beside you."
"Bethany, you're sick and twisted."
"...and drunk!"

This is the point where I try to be social and chit chat around the circle of crushed beer cans. 
Turns out, Bethany had met Tyler in the beer gardens, found out that we may have known each other and can up with this crazy idea of putting him in my tent, then having a familiar and random face to wake up to....as she put it.  It worked, but it would have been more funny if I had been drunk. 

Proves to show that I can't go ANYWHERE in Saskatchewan without running into someone I know. 

I love Bethany, but I need to get out of this province. 

Also, in other news, I henna-dyed my hair.  It turned out ginger.  I didn't feel it when my soul left.  Turns out I may have never had one in the first place.