They Call Me the Workin' Man

I guess that's what I am...

Oh man, I'd forgotten what it was like to work full time again. Although the money is nice (and our tokes seem to be going up this week, too), I'm still not completely over being sick, so it's wearing me out. But just the weight off of my shoulders concerning finances and stuff like health insurance and retirement savings is completely gone, so between that and being as tired as I am when I get home, I've slept pretty soundly lately.

Last night flew by, but for the first time in god-knows-how-long I didn't deal any pai gow. I was on carnival games all night, dealing Let It Ride, Crazy 4 Poker, and a couple of hours on a $5 blackjack table (we only have one open during the week, but a few more on the weekends). I was having lots of fun, and dropped a good amount of tokes--probably over $500--so it was a fun night in the casino. What made it better was that my girl Stephanie (the one I met on Christmas Eve) showed up and played at my tables for a couple of hours.

Of course she called and woke my tired ass up at 5:30 in the morning, but she was on her way to Kingman for the day to attend a funeral . But she said that she'd be back tonight and we'd go out after work. Should be a good time.

In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy my afternoon kicking back around the house watching some college hoops and drinking some of my Mt Gay Special Reserve & 7up over ice out of my Mirage poolside party glass and mixed with my official Paris Las Vegas stir stick.

Mikey