For some drunken reason we had a croissant fight the other night in our room. The croissants had been around a while and had hardened up quite a bit. In hindsight I should have guessed the effects of throwing one into somebodies head. It was more impressive that I imagined. We showered the entire room in buttery pastry goodness. So much so that we are still finding flakes in shoes, clothes, drawers, ears etc.
Below is a shot of the dustbin that is our room pre croissant stupidity. As you can see I am living in Byzantine luxury. Even our bin is sponsored by Nitro.
This was the scene in the morning when I woke up. I had actually forgotten what had happened.
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