A good evening is a glass of wine and reading bad vampire novels. A better evening? I don't remember. Going out maybe? S. said she went to Spaceland last week and didn't know anyone. And everyone looked like they were 18. But she also said there were a whole bunch of fat girls there. Back in the day, when we owned Spaceland, there were no fat girls. Like S. said, if you were fat, you just didn't go to Spaceland.
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