I usually try to do my 'blogging' earlier in the day, so that you working stiffs can waste time at the office, but today I slept in very late and then spent the afternoon running errands. For that I apologize, but if I feel particularly inspired, you might have some extra stuff to read on Wednesday morning.
Right now I'm on the front end of three blissful days away from the hustle and bustle of the casino. That's right--I don't have to go back until Friday night. I spent the last two weeks working 'full time', and while I really appreciate the money it will bring, this whole part-time lifestyle has spoiled me and magnified my inherent laziness. Working five days a week is tough!
It's been raining the past couple of days here in Vegas, and early this morning when it finally quit, the wind kicked up for a few hours, making the sky more clear than I could possible imagine. When I got home from work I just stood out in the driveway for about five minutes staring at all the stars, trying to remember all of the constellations from my Astronomy 101 class so many years ago. It was beautiful. A few weeks ago, I came home early in the morning to an overcast sky, but the clouds had parted a bit over The Strip. But the lights from all of the hotels and casinos were reflected on the bottom of the clouds, giving them an eerie blue and orange glow. But what made the scene unique was that the light beam shooting from the top of the Luxor was going straight up through a hole in the overcast, making the entire western sky reminiscent of that climactic scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark where all of the Nazis melted.
I got out of my car and was standing out in the driveway for several minutes with my mouth agape, staring at the sky, oblivious to the rest of the world, until I heard my roommate coughing about thirty feet away. He was sitting in a lawn chair doing the same thing. It just goes to show that it's not always people providing the interesting sights here in Sin City.
And speaking of interesting sights, while I was standing in line at the grocery store this afternoon, I saw the headline that Britney and Cletus were considering having another little white trash baby in order to 'save their marriage'. Oh yeah, that's the ticket. How 'bout telling Cletus to get a job instead of riding mama's gravy train, maybe that might help. Damn, how the mighty have fallen. Three years ago, Britney was one of the hottest girls on the planet. Now she's about as popular as a FUBU golf bag at Augusta National and headed for reality TV. And not the good kind, either. I fully expect to see Cletus getting arrested in front of their trailer on an upcoming episode of COPS, wearing a dirty white tank-top and yelling I love you, bitch! as he's shoved into the backseat of the cruiser, while her and her brood of kool-aid mustached kids running around in dirty diapers cry for the police to let daddy go because it wasn't his fault, it was Jim Beam's.
Speaking of white trash, somebody needs to tell Wayne Newton to take down his Christmas lights. The holidays are over and he's trailering up our otherwise nice upper-middle class neighborhood... I'm just sayin'.
I don't have much on the agenda for tomorrow, but I'm thinking I may utilize the old alarm clock and head back down to dealer's school and go back to poker class. As lazy as I am, I still love the idea of pocketing my own tips and not reporting 'em all to the IRS. And a part-time job would probably keep me out of trouble, not to mention avail myself to the finer things in life, such as hand-rolled Dominican cigars and aged Caribbean rum.