Always Anna

I decided this weekend that I don’t have nearly enough crazy stories. I’ve never been arrested, never had a moose eat my shirt, never broken into anyone’s house (all have happened to various friends of mine). The only drunken injury I’ve ever sustained was a burn on my hand when I was trying to use a toaster oven. In fact, the only crazy stories that I have are either too embarrassing to be of any use in social situations, or they involve other people’s crazy acts that I witnessed.

I’m not really sure what to do about this - it’s not like I want drama in my life. But when I’m sitting around with friends and they’re telling crazy stories about jumping in a stream in their underwear and getting swept away by the current and having to do a walk of shame through town in their underwear, I can’t help but wish I had done something like that too.

Well, I’m going on vacation in May with my friends - and I have a mission. I will have a crazy story. I will.