The Challenge

Salut! So this morning Mr. Carr challenged David to a game of foosball, the stakes; if David won Mr. Carr had to get a faux hawk when we got to Geneve, if Mr. Carr won David would not drink any more carbonated drinks the rest of the trip. Dun Dun Dun….

The game was well played, sweat poured and teeth were gritted in fear of the loss of hair and the pain of caffeine with drawl. A close game but M. Carr lost by two goals… the game was called at 10-8 to David. M. Carr now must give up his hair once more in Geneve to receive a garish, funky, non-professional hair-do!

~liz