Easter

Met Sandra and Juan for the first time on Easter. Arrival was inauspicious, though. When we arrived, there was a blonde teenage girl in a tube top writhing on the lawn in pain and tears and shouting obscenities at the top of her lungs. Sandra leaned over her and cooed "Come on dear, let me help you. I am not your enemy." Someone else might be her enemy, though (apparently the teenagers were living in a squalid parallel universe quite different from the adults). Nevertheless, it was an excellent time, with endless foosball and discussions about growing up superstitious in Cuba.

Loss at Thunder Valley: ~$1550.00