Canada with a blogger, Eh?

I went to Canada. You knew that if you followed me on instagram with the overload of artsy beer pictures, thinking I'm cool at a casino (because I was freakin legal), and all that fun shenans with my date (who blacked out all afternoon saturday. Yes, we are not going to talk about that)...Hey Noah...

Where does the blogger part come in? Well being that Rachael and Ashleigh came over to my friends frat palace all the brothers asked how we knew each other and we said we met through blogging. One of my friends friends (hey there if you end up reading this) kept saying all weekend "look there's the blogger....it's the blog girl". I actually found it hilarious since most people in real life don't just see me and say oh hey it's Rachel the blogger.

Who says you can't talk about your past weekend on the start of a new weekend? Yea, I don't think there really are any rules against that. No blog police, no problem. I don't think I need to string words together, but if this was a fridge magnet thingy (ya know we used to play with them when we were kids?) I would use these words to describe my weekend:

drink, casino, and 2AM falafel.

Sounds fun right? No really, it really was.

Probably my favorite picture from the weekend: Selfies with Falafel, anyone?

*If you've never had Falafel, you can go back to hiding under a rock now...*

So casual.
Well, I'm sure no weekend anytime soon will compare.