Me and Julio Down on the Reservation.

Got home on Thursday night. Went to a concert of Jamie's on Friday night. It was great except that the way that the seating worked out, the entire front row was made up of Jamie fans. This may sound nice in theory, but in reality I think it might have freaked people out. I was a little freaked out that my parents came to show their support for the Jamester, but it was all very sweet too. The singing group was nice -- well done Carleton Singers!

The family also went to the beach house for the weekend. So I drove us there, but when I got there I my dad told me to keep driving...and driving...and stopping at a rest stop...and driving...and driving...until we got to an INDIAN RESERVATION. First of all, I had no idea that there were Indian reservations so close to the coast. I had always thought the government had set aside the very worst pieces of land for cultivating or what-have-you in Utah for Indian reservations. Second of all, my parents are both GAMBLORS. But we knew this.

So yes. We went to an Indian casino. Which was an experience. My parents had thought that Jamie was going to come to the beach house with us, and so had planned to spend the evening in the casinos so that Jamie and I can have some alone time. When they found out that he was going to sit this trip out, my mom had already had her heart set on spending some time with the penny machines. Normally, I might be a little offended, but then I thought that I will be spending 124 hours with this woman while driving across the country (have I mentioned that I was doing that? Expect some very panicked blogs) and so, what's the big deal if she'd rather spend some time with a slot machine.

I came out on top in the end, profitting about $50. I have yet to lose in a casino. Yeah, baby. But, the most exciting part of my night came when I noticed that Julio Iglesias was planning on singing in the showroom later this month. While I'm not going to shell out $70 to see Julio (nor would I really shell out $10), it was still nice to know that he was still alive. I seriously thought he was no more.

On another note, looking back at my last post I realize that I had already kind of screwed myself over for the night (what with the papers and all). May I just say that that probably ended up being one of the sadder (of many sad) all-nighters in my time at Williams. At around 2am I got a phone call telling me I had a last-minute meeting the next morning at 7am. Also, the papers I turned in were really really REALLY poor. Also, I hadn't packed by the time I had left for class the next day. Hooray for sleeping on the plane.