Current location:	Vista Del Sol, Room 6147.
Current mood:	disappointed

That. Was a disaster.

Work this morning was nice. Tony is hilarious as usual - he ran a marathon this morning and took 20th place, all before coming in at eleven to clean the machines (which he taught me). I asked to have this Saturday night off to go see the Vagina Monologues, which he more than agreed to.

After, I went with Sarah and Jennifer to do some shopping. At about ten, Liz, Bianca, Katie and myself went to a rather lame but well-decorated mardi gras party. It was conversational (but that stupid migraine-inducing bitch Jasmine from Dramatic Analysis was there) and there was free food, but we left soon after in hopes of finding something better. After a quick stop at Sonic to flirt with the boy working the window, we turn up at a party with David. There is no liquor, so we sit in the corner to do more or less what we had been doing at house we had just left, but with less food and more trash.

Before too long, two brothers get into a spat and, in his rage, one upturns an entire table of beer pong right on top of the four of us - soaked. Beer in our hair, our new blouses, our skinny jeans, gold heels, designer purses, the fur of our coats, smearing our makeup and making us smack our lips. We attempt to leave, but the fight has moved outside, and bloody punches are being thrown against the front door, making it impassible. When we finally leave, we have nowhere to go but back to Sonic, and then to Liz's place, where we mix wine with our cherry limeades and watch Moulin Rouge.

Seems like there's been a lot of "girls' nights" going on around here.