Cotton Eyed Joe

Elite '09

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Bette M.

Chicago, IL

11/14/2007

I went to a suitcase college, so everyone partied on Thursday night.  Except me, because I didn't go home as frequently as everyone else did.

I managed to get almost all the way through my final semester without having set foot in Cotton Eyed Joe.  It's like the fact that I still haven't seen the movie Titanic, and I plan to have my dead ass put in the ground without having seen Titanic.  Life is just better that way, and I'll have three more hours of my adolescence to account for than everyone else.  Sounds good to me.

In a moment of weakness, however, I got talked into going here with two weeks or so left before graduation.  I'm so easy to convince, it really makes my life miserable.  But at least I saw some fascinating things, like the man I'm going to marry (I'm still waiting, honey), old people riding the mechanical bull, and--here's the best part...wait for it, waaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiit for it--a mixed-race crowd dancing to hip-hop with a CONFEDERATE FLAG HANGING FROM THE CEILING ABOVE THEIR HEADS.

Seriously, you can't make this shit up.

It was a pretty miserable night.  I was really bored, so I got really drunk, and I don't remember much else.  I think I made out with my friend Lindsey.  Maybe I didn't.  Do you remember?  Could you fill me in?

Thanks.

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