one lonely success

i thought thrusday night would be a really slow night–full of studying and overall boredom. but beth called me up and we went to this restaurant where her cousin works and after about an hour, we had this bright idea to go to casino morongo because all the freshmen were there and if you cant have a good time with enibriated underclassmen then you’re just not trying.

so we drove out to the desert and it was raining but there wasnt much traffic. the casino was tacky and even if the guys who own the_palms built this place, the clientel is really gross/greasy/smelly. but we found our group and they were already having a really, really good time. so we spent the next couple of hours immeresed in mayhem. there was this one girl at the bar with a crazy haircut who was talking about how none of the other people in the club were cool and that she couldnt believe she was there, but then later i saw her dancing with all these gross kids and i was like, yeah, you’re way to good for this place. honey if you like casino morongo, go ahead and admit it–no one will think less of you. except me, because i know you’re really just a poser.