A trip to India or it seemed like it.

Saturday my roomie and friend coaxed me into going to the Hare Krishna colors festival.

If you're from the area, you surely know about it or have seen the zombie like people walking around town every year with all their brightly colored and chalk infested clothing and hair.

I have honestly never had a desire to go, not sure why, but perhaps the idea of just getting that chalky didn't sound appealing or that it seemed like the young college scene was another turn off.

Well a few of us friends went and we were all first timers at this festival. It was fun to see everyone covered in bright colors, throw chalk at one another and to listen to the interesting music played.

I will say it was fun, but it was a one time event for me--showering twice in a row to get chalk out of my hair is where I draw the line.

Coincidentally on Sunday my family was having a bit of an Indian feast, my brother wanted to try and make some delicious chicken tikka masala. It was so so good. We feasted on tikka masala, homemade naan and mango lassi's.

I was stuffed happy.

Oh and I made the samoa bars--yep amazing as well.

It was a fun weekend that truly felt themed, but was in no way planned that way.

La Ley

I was out with a friend the other night and while driving he put in La Ley{One of the best Chilean rock bands}. Now I used to listen to La Ley way back in the day and loved them. So it brought back all these grand memories and now it's back on the pod, where it belongs. Take a listen here.

A tasty tart.

I've been in the baking mood, all I want to do is stay home from work and make all sorts of sugary sweets. The likelihood of me baking all day is slim to none, so I'll take my weekends to bake away.

Over the weekend I made the most delicious tart...seriously it was to-die-for! I found the recipe here and am thinking that this coming weekend I'll be making homemade samoa bars.

The baking madness just can't be stopped!

{ps. I looked high and low for any type of red berries, but everywhere was out, next time though.}

Goooooooaaaalllll

Watching the most beautiful men running around for a couple hours is always the best way to end the day.

Thank you Real Salt Lake!

Waxy time.

Sometimes I wonder how I get through daily life with my constant clumsiness. I am always tripping, did it just a bit ago on my way to the bathroom with a co-worker behind me{awesome}.

Hitting my head or other body parts. The other day I hit my shin on the leg of my bed.

Or just having awkward moments.

Once while kissing a cute boy, he tickled me and I accidentally farted in front of him. I tried to pretend it didn't happen, but he was no dummie because he asked if I had farted. I of course laughed and looked at him like he was ridiculous and said absoloutly not and I would have denied that one to the grave.

Anywho my point in telling you all these incidents is that I struggle on a daily basis with not making a fool of myself.

A few weeks ago a friend wanted me to wax his eyebrows{mostly his uni-brow}. He came over, we got to talking and I put the wax in the microwave and lost track of time. I then hear my roommate say, "Bev something smells like it's burning out here!" I go out to find the wax had been boiling and overflown and it even melted the container it was in. Needless to say, I tweezed him that night.

Which leads me to my next waxing story, which also leads me to believe that I should no longer try waxing anyone or myself anymore.

On Saturday I was getting ready to go out. I bought new wax and was eager to get my brows all shaped up. I was on my bed with a mirror and the wax, bad combo already, I'm aware of this.

I take the applicator and go to put the wax above my top brow right as I feel it dribble down into my brow and past into my eye. I blinked at this moment and my eyelashes were stuck together.

Sheer panic at this moment.

If I were to rip it off I would be stuck with no eyelashes...uber attractive.

So I took a hot hot washcloth and stuck it on my eye in hopes of melting the wax and wiping off.

Naturally while in a state of panic the doorbell rings.

Curse words in my head.

It was my roomies mom, in from out of town, and the roomie was gone.

Lovely.

She asked if I had an accident, can't imagine why she'd think that with hair in a huge bun, sweats and a washcloth over my eye.

I explained my ridiculous run in with the wax and told her I was fine.

She was on her way and I was in the bathroom for 30 minutes trying to reopen my eyes. I got the wax off and I still have brows and eyelashes in tact.

The point of the story, I need not play with wax anymore, I clearly struggle.

The Bay

Last weekend I went to Sonoma and stayed with my older brother and his darling family. It was a perfect weekend to go since my twin brothers were coming from Colorado to play a couple lacrosse games with their university.

I got to play with my two adorable nieces{we did everything from princess stories to watching Toy Story 3 about 10 times--no joke}, drove around charming and beautiful Sonoma and it's wine country, went to San Fran, and then to the Oakland temple and unfortunately saw my brothers lose their two games, but I was there for moral support.

Last but not least we Santamaria's did what we do bestest, which is of course to eat yummy food and poke fun at one another--so entertaining!