Back to Work

Well, the weekend is over for me, and I have to admit that it was an enjoyable one. I got a lot done, and had some fun, too.

Yesterday I spent the day working on stuff around the house, which seems to be a never-ending task, ran some errands, did some shopping, and then got to relax for a few minutes before Falcon Rob arrived.

Wednesdays are a common day off for us, so we decided to get together and grill some steaks. He had a few Omaha Steaks sirloins left in his freezer, so plans were made. I also picked up a couple of fillets at the store yesterday, along with side items like potato salad, beans, and garlic bread. I also stopped by KFC and picked up a couple of tubs of--dare I say it--coleslaw...

Luckily we had plenty of cold beer on hand, so that was not an issue.

Rob showed up around 6pm, and the charcoal was well on it's way to white-hot goodness. I had a pan of sautéed onions and mushrooms going, and the steaks only took a few minutes to cook to medium-rare perfection. While waiting for everything to finish, we nibbled on shrimp cocktail and chips and salsa.

Yeah, it was a damn good meal and we ate until we were stuffed. After dinner we just hung out around the fire pit smoking cigars, drinking adult beverages and congratulated ourselves on being Masters of the Universe. Well, at least our little corner of it.

It was a nice night out and the overcast started to fade away after the sun went down, so it was enjoyable to sit under the stars, stare at the campfire, and talk about life in Vegas. We hung out until about 9:30 or so, and then decided to head down to the Sahara and catch another Savannah Jack show.

We caught the last two songs of the 9:00 pm show, and afterwards Mike sat down to visit with us, after mingling with other movers and shakers in the local entertainment scene, of course (Chrissi Scinta was sitting at the next table enjoying the show and lobbying the band to come do a song or two in their show this week). I really enjoy the Scintas show--they are extremely talented, but I hate how they spend the last ten minutes of the show trying to sell pasta sauce...

Anyhow, Mike told us that we missed some good comedy from the earlier show--in the middle of a song, some hooker walked up to the stage and handed out her business cards to all the guys--while they were playing!

We laughed about it, but I guess it's just another night on the road for those guys... Mike then gave the card to me, because I recognized the potential for buffoonery. I have a floorman buddy at work with an extremely jealous girlfriend. I know she checks his pockets on his suit every so often, because it caused some hilarity a few months back... So when she finds this card next week, he's going to be sleeping on the couch for a week. Heh. (I want to take this opportunity to thank Doc Al and LV Terry for inspiring me by filling up Snert's backpack with porn flyers on the walk back from Maggiano's a couple weeks back...)

Anyhow, the second show was just as enjoyable as the night before. Instead of Waylon and Willie, this time around the lead singer did a pretty good interpretation of Neil Diamond singing Sweet Caroline, which had the crowd going crazy.

The crazy hooker lady came back, walked up front, trying to get the guys' attention again, but they sang "over" her and she gave up and left. But it added a bit of interest to the show.

Once the show ended, we hung out and visited for a few minutes, then Rob and I wandered down to the poker room to check on the size of the 11:00 pm tournament, and the place was still packed, even an hour-and-a-half after the start. So it looks like a good one to get in to. After my success in online poker and my in-the-money finish at the T2V tourney, I've decided to play in one or two tournaments a month around town, and everyone I've talked to has recommended the Sahara's poker room.

I'll probably play next week or the week after. Don't know if I'll be any good, but it should provide a good story for only fifty bucks.

After leaving the Sahara we headed back to the house. The fire was still going in the pit, but by that time had burned down to a nice bed of glowing embers . We were done with beer and rum at that point, but sat out for another hour or so roasting marshmallows and making smores. Good times.

We finally decided to call it a night sometime around 2:00 am, and Rob packed up his leftovers and headed home. We made plans to do it again in a couple weeks, next time probably just going with hamburgers instead of steaks--much cheaper and easier.

Today, I slept in, nibbled on some leftovers, and mentally prepared myself for five days in the green felt jungle.

It's Monday morning once again.

Mikey