The Worst Best Weekend Ever
I either hated this weekend or loved this weekend, depending on what hour I'm looking at. It started awesome because we went to Spice Rice for the first time in forever just like we used to. Also most of the party was drunk and that just made things really silly. Later that night I found out my best friend Dan doesn't really like it here, and would probably leave at the end of the quarter if he didn't get all A's, and otherwise leave at the end of the year. This upset me.
On Saturday we had Monte Carlo, which is a casino night and a super big deal here. It's like the college's version of prom, except we got to gamble. So I went shopping and that was cool. Spent way more money than I wanted to, and that wasn't cool, and then looked pretty nice in the stuff I paid too much money for, and that was pretty cool.
I was Dan's guest at the High Rollers Club, which was a tied off room where they had chocolate cigars and sparkling cider and whatnot. Dan got in because he won the pool tournament a while ago. Later Dan got kicked out though because he had snuck in a bottle of Siera Mist and Vodka. So we all knew that meant he'd be leaving school sooner rather than later. And that sucked.
On Sunday I did some homework and felt pretty good and then went to dinner with the group. That's where I found out Dan would be leaving the very next day. And that sucked more than anything else has ever sucked at college before. And then I went to the guys Super Bowl party, and that was awesome.
And then I woke up this morning and was doing the Spanish homework I'd been too drunk to do the night before. And just as I was leaving to go to class I got a text from Dan saying he was going to stay until the end of the quarter. And that was the greatest fucking thing ever. So he will leave, but not right now. And right now that's all I really care about.
On Saturday we had Monte Carlo, which is a casino night and a super big deal here. It's like the college's version of prom, except we got to gamble. So I went shopping and that was cool. Spent way more money than I wanted to, and that wasn't cool, and then looked pretty nice in the stuff I paid too much money for, and that was pretty cool.
I was Dan's guest at the High Rollers Club, which was a tied off room where they had chocolate cigars and sparkling cider and whatnot. Dan got in because he won the pool tournament a while ago. Later Dan got kicked out though because he had snuck in a bottle of Siera Mist and Vodka. So we all knew that meant he'd be leaving school sooner rather than later. And that sucked.
On Sunday I did some homework and felt pretty good and then went to dinner with the group. That's where I found out Dan would be leaving the very next day. And that sucked more than anything else has ever sucked at college before. And then I went to the guys Super Bowl party, and that was awesome.
And then I woke up this morning and was doing the Spanish homework I'd been too drunk to do the night before. And just as I was leaving to go to class I got a text from Dan saying he was going to stay until the end of the quarter. And that was the greatest fucking thing ever. So he will leave, but not right now. And right now that's all I really care about.