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// The Best Night Ever 
// Story: Spike's Journal 
// by WorkingClassWriter 
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Spike's Journal

Written by The39Ponies

Edited by cwiis

The Best Night Ever

Dear Diary,

So, the Gala ended today. And before I start telling you all about it, let me just say that it didn't go as well as the gang wanted it to. So, let's begin.

Like I said, the Gala took place today. I had decided to wear a top hat with the tuxedo Twilight had given me. I think I looked pretty spiffy. After about an hour of preparing, and Pinkie fiddling with some machines and jumping on trampolines, we were ready to go. Complete with a chariot Celestia had given us, we headed straight for the Gala.

Anyway, when we reached the Gala, we got delayed by a musical number (naturally). After that, I was just about to mention the fun we were going to have together when everypony ran off.

I tried searching for them, but they were nowhere to be found. Which meant that Rarity was probably getting a coltfriend by the end of  the night. Bummed out, I went to Donut Joe's shop and got a doughnut overload. Hey, I was sort of depressed.

Before I go on, I have something to confess. I tried to read you to get my mind off the Gala, but I accidentally burped. Which burnt most of the pages. Sorry about that. I'll make it up to you by buying a new diary instead of a real journal. That way, you two can chat. Again, I'm sorry.

Around two hours later, we suddenly heard something from next door. First off, loud music. Second, heavy crashing. Third, the shrieks of animals. I figured out that it was just some naughty fillies and went back to eating my doughnuts.

However, I proved to be wrong when Twilight and friends came in. They looked all messed up. I can't really explain what happened to them, except that the Gala wasn't so grand after all. Also, Rarity's date, Blueblood, was totally a lout. Bad for Rarity, but good for me. Anyways, the gang learned that I was right after all: we should have sticked together.

Today, I learned that I'm always right. Well, I knew that all along. Also that I shouldn't read you while I'm eating something. To be honest, I'm feeling really guilty.

I'll put you in a nice closet. I'll miss you, even if you were a stupid idea. I'll still read you every now and then. Goodbye. May harmony be with you.

-Spike