70 mph on Poway Road

Hey, I have a hint for some people: it's not a good idea to go down Poway Road 70mph on a rainy night unless you have an "Oh Sh*t! Bar". (Sorry to keep dwelling on it Nini.) Cosmic bowling didn't turn out exactly as planned. Different people went than expected and there some conflicts and interactions bewtween people I could've done without. But not to be too vague, Justine, Sam, and I had a great time dancing and bowling at the same time. I wondered if we scared the people next to us. They probably thought we were a bunch of homosexuals. There were plenty of tensions last night as always when teens get into big groups. Another hint: don't take air hockey too seriously, or you will lose. And I think that's about all that happened. I ate mini hotdogs, that looked like little bald babies wrapped up in a blanket. They were so cute. (And as my good friend Sir Scotty once said- Anything smaller than it's actual size, is considered "cute" by most females. A mini baby Godzilla could be eating her, and all she'd say is "Oh how cute." Tis true, too.) The winter retreat is next weekend and we get a huge cabin with a jacuzzi. Loads of fun. Let's see if I can get myself lost in the woods.