Word.
This week, our fearless polygamist travels to the exotic locale of New Orleans to use beignets (seriously, this is not in Hoopla's dictionary?), haunted houses and swamps to assist him in his contractually-obligated decision of a proposal in about 4 weeks. The beignet thing I believe, but haunted houses and swamps? Probably not contributing a whole lot.
And what did New Orleans teach me about dating?
- I want the guy that thanks me for accepting a rose (he only did that for one woman, BTW).
- Dropping a lot of F bombs and then chugging champagne (from a glass, this is a classy show, all) will make you memorable.
- Best date line: Where have you beignet all my life?
- Going on a date feels like you are out with your boyfriend.
- Not having a nanny means your boyfriend should pick you, if he's forced to choose between two of his girlfriends.
- Mint juleps are a thing when you visit haunted houses.
- DON'T TOUCH THE HAT!!!!!
- Apparently, double stick tape really does work.
- I really need to work in my inflection, because all this? talking? as if? you are asking? a question? is really getting on my nerves (and I know I do it)
- There is nothing worse than whipped cream and lies.
My favorite tweet of the evening, regarding the haunted house date, or maybe it was the swamp date, either way, this was valid:
Surely there are much better things to do in New Orleans. Maybe all the cool places just wouldn't sign a release with ABC.
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