Last night was the last, very last, day of school. Finals and all. And most of my lame friends wanted to stay in and not do anything. Very lame. Some of them had excuses, but most were just lazy. So Mary and I went and spent about ten minutes standing in Midnight Rodeo, holding/sipping our drinks and watching the people dance, enjoying the good music. Then I saw someone I knew. I've only met him once, and he was rather drunk, but I don't forget a face. Brandon, my friend Karla's boyfriend, was spinning some girl who was not Karla on the dance floor. I was kinda shocked because he didn't seem like that kind of a guy.
Two seconds later, I look, and Karla and her friend Jessica are walking right towards us. So we stopped, said hi, and joined their party. It turned a kind of boring slow night into a lot of fun. I danced, even though I'm not very good, I tried to flirt, which apparently I'm not good at either, and I tried to forget that L was ignoring me. That was very hard though. The thing about country music is that when you're already kinda down, unless you rock out to it, the sad songs GETCHA. It's part of the reason I love it, but part of the reason I hate it. But I digress. It was alot of fun, we all said we would have to do it again soon, and I have been reaffrimed in the fact that I am (and I quote) "The Shit", according to Matt and Brandon.
Now I am off to L-bock for a week, the land of real country, real cowboys, and real fun. I'm looking foreward to some Aaron Watson tomorrow night, some quality time with the Georgester, and the Lloyds, and all my friends who are up there, and maybe spending too much money on a pair of boots. We'll see how it goes. See you soon!
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