oh, i was wrong.

i got three roses, a teddy bear and a balloon from my hunnie bunnie.
therefore, valentines day was a success.
for the first time in two years.
hallelujah.

waiting for hercules to call me back to hopefully tell me that colleen can take off and i can work all night. with the boofriend. psuedo, of course.

atlantic city last night was very nice. cuba libre is a good restaurant. sorta shitty service, but the red sangria totally made up for it.

drinks on the casino floor were so weak. and the bartender seriously fucked up all three of our drinks at the bar. fail. where liquor fails, others get the job done. i finally past out at like 630am. after ordering room service for diane and maria. success.

its weird to not have a hangover after ac. im tired, but no hangover. im not complaining i guess.

won big then lost big, now trying to hustle over the next few days. finding it impossible to look cute in that stupid medport shirt. i want a black shirt. black is slimming, silly.

au revoir.