smore fail.

#45 Roast marshmallows at the belltower

Life isn't perfect, but I think the imperfections make for the best memories. This bucketlist item gets a half-crossed number. So, turns out they changed the lights at the belltower—without telling us! rude. Instead of the touch-me-and-you'll-get-burned lights they use to have my freshman year, they now are equipped with lame bright LED lights. Needless to say, our marshmallows were never going to melt on those lights.

So instead we migrated and made homemade smores at mi casita.
still just as tasty. still just as fun.