So here’s to Anya. Here’s to Dasha. And here’s to the kind of crazy that remembers you how to laugh.
They missed the first train because Dasha insisted on buying a hat shaped like a rubber chicken. They caught the second one by accident — wrong destination, right disaster. Somewhere between the town of Stillwater and the village of Nope, the bus driver quit. Anya took the wheel. Dasha sang the chorus of a song she was making up on the spot. Passengers clapped. A goat in the back seat gave a standing ovation. Anya Dasha Crazy Holidayl
They came back home with sunburns, sand in every pocket, and a new rule: If it doesn’t feel a little crazy, it’s not a holiday. It’s just a Tuesday. So here’s to Anya