i went to atlantic city last night. whether on not that was a good idea is yet to be determined. somehow i ended up with a wad of 20s and a purse full of condoms that alex threw in over the span of an hour at the trojan afterparty. maybe he is trying to stay disease free, and i fully endorse that. i got blackjack three times, until carlos, my so non-favorite dealer came and took over. some mexican men were sitting next to me and winking at me. i thought it was funny so i made some temporary new friends. i unsucessfully tried to figure out a mathmatical equation in my head based off of the probabilities of what face cards were already shown and how many were left in the deck relative to the cards that i had already been dealt, after i lost all of my money (i think?) i was dragged to eat at the hotel restaurant. i threw a fit and didnt order any food, but somehow got an omelette anyways. i threw some butter packages and slammed my fork on the table and demanded to go gamble more, which i did. i made all my money back and then was promptly escorted to my room at 7am by somebody... i fell asleep immediately and woke up the next morning to brave the 26 inches of snow in manhattan and return home.

i also need to thank all of the boys who watched out for me this weekend- even when i was completely out of control.