Chimene doesn’t want to get drunk tonight because she knows she’ll want to gamble if she does. Amanda: “That’s a great idea, Chimene. I couldn’t have thought of a better idea myself.” “I’m not getting drunk tonight.” “That’s nice.” Heh. Sure you won’t. Wink-wink, nudge-nudge.

Sutton’s teaching the boys to play poker. Aw. No campfire? Oh, yeah, they’re in a van.

Oh, great. Of course, they start playing “Walking in Memphis” on the soundtrack. Whatever.

Cory accidentally left his undies in Nashville. Dominic and Brandin are tickled pink by this, as am I. Tee hee!

SOULCRACKER has to cross the border to Mississippi to play their show at Bally’s. I don’t care much.

Rex wants to know what Cory’s system for gambling is. “I’m just gonna play the dollar blackjack table and get liquor.” Rex: “That don’t sound like much of a system.” El Dangeroso speaks the truth. He is a wise one. And he rocks.

Rayshele is not happy about the casino and starts to bitch and moan immediately. She says something about how this is a “sabotage of wasted time.” What the hell does that mean? It seems to me that if you sabotage wasted time, you’re actually being pretty efficient, right? Whatever, I guess I know what she means. Kind of. Well, no, not really, but whatever. Rebecca likes the “sickness factor of playing to the newlyweds and nearly-deads.” That’s nice.

All the bands are showing up at the casino now, getting drinks and preparing to play. It doesn’t seem like the greatest venue. FLICK goes on first, and they rock, as usual. Rex: “Nobody was into us there. That ‘bling-bling-bling, bling-bling-bling,' that hypnotic thing that just doesn’t stop, you know? God!” Yeah, dude. That’s gotta suck.

All of the HARLOW girls agree that they don’t want to gamble their money. Smart move, I say. Rebecca: “Okay, so it’s anonymous.” Waps. I think she means "unanimous." “Yeah, anonymous, no one will know who decided.” Good save, Beck.