Three Daze Gone

Hey gang--sorry about taking a little mini-vacation from the keyboard, but sometimes I just don't hear the muse. Well that, and a lot of times I'm too lazy or tired to crank out the literary nonsense.

It's been an extremely busy week here in Mikey-land, and I am moving at half speed today. Normally a pot of coffee is the answer, but damn, even that was too much effort. So I'm just sittin' here with a tall icy-cold Coke, as there was no scooping, stirring, or pushing of buttons involved in it's preparation.

Part of the reason that I'm moving at half-speed today is that last night after work, I went out with a couple of my girlies. We stayed out way too late goofing it off, and since it was Jen's birthday, a few shots of various dangerous liqueurs were consumed. I finally made it home around 6:00 am, placed my weekly call to Mamasan, and fell asleep in front of the TV, waiting for football to start.

Falcon Rob has been gone since Wednesday, back to the mid-western fountain from whence he sprung, spending his time visiting with family and drinking heavily at the Ohio State/Purdue game. So I've had the place to myself for a few days.

Since our work schedules are almost opposite, it didn't feel much different, although on Wednesday night I pulled a couple of foam pads, a sleeping bag, and some blankets and pillows out to the living room and camped out in front of all three TVs for most of the weekend, immersing myself in Sports Nirvana and catching up on all the shiat I've recorded on the Tivo in the past month.

Seriously--I can't remember a better sports weekend. We've had college football and the Major League baseball playoffs every night since Wednesday, and today was all about the NFL, the ALDS, and the NASCAR race from Talladega. And only once was I stuck with commercials on all three TVs at the same time.

When I wasn't nesting on the living room floor gazing at the high-def goodness of the sports world, I've been working. And we've been busier than hell these past few nights. One of the bosses said that Friday night was our biggest night in the last six months, which I believe absolutely. Not only have we had a bunch of bass-boat towing hillbillies in town for a fishing tournament, but we also hosted a huge golf tournament this week, too. But this one was different--it was called the Playboy Golf Club, and it was a bunch of high-rolling golfers and a shiatload of perfectly-built bimbettes hired to keep them company.

Whoever it was in the marketing department that pulled this one off should get a raise. Not only was the casino just packed with outrageously hot women all weekend, they instituted the GREATEST POLICY EVER at several of the blackjack tables.

Check this out.

During this party, they raised all of the limits in the main pit--no $10 games at all. And then on several of the 'premium' blackjack tables they had the following minimums:

$5 a hand for chicks

$100 a hand for dudes

Oh hell yeah! It was awesome. All they did was sprinkle a few 'bunnies' around the casino and give 'em a few bucks to play with, and if the guys wanted to play at their table, it was black-chip action only. Every table was full.

Man, what a brilliant idea! And the best part was since all the clothes they were wearing were so skimpy, every time a chick got a blackjack she'd start jumping around to celebrate, so we had more than our fair share of 'accidental' nudity. Good times all around!

So even though we still had our normal stiffs and losers in on the weekend, there were still a few highlights, and the money wasn't bad either.

Offsetting the good times at work was the fact that I got absolutely crushed in my college football picks again on Saturday. I either lost four out of six or maybe even five out of six. I got so disgusted that I quit keeping track. I mean, I got screwed by ASU, Miami, Kansas State, Georgia... It was awful. The sole bright spot on Saturday was seeing Mizzou just beat the snot out of Nebraska. Of course, my Rams lost again on Sunday morning, so I'm in full-on get-the-first-draft-pick mode now. But as bitter as it is to see them getting beaten at home by the Arizona Cardinals, nothing was quite as sweet as seeing the Seahawks get bent over by the Steelers like a scrawny hairless guy named Eugene in a maximum-security prison shower. That was the best NFL beat-down I've seen in a long time, and my only regret is that I didn't Tivo the thing so I could watch it over and over again.

Almost forgot--there's still the NFL Replay during the week on the NFL Network, so I could watch it on Wednesday. Oh wait, check that--they only show the 'competitive' games on Replay. My bad...

Anyhow, it's time to go top off the ice and Coke in my drink. We got a new icemaker installed on Wednesday, and now I'm up to my ears in cubes, so I've been doing my damndest to see if I can keep up with it. I got a feeling I'm gonna run out of rum before I run out of ice, however.

In the meantime-- Peace Out, Y'all!

Mikey