Man, I just love Tuesdays! I'm sure that's not normal, but then again, neither is my life. My weekend is in the middle of the week, and that's just fine with me. It's rather peaceful and enjoyable being here at the house when all the neighbors are away working. After a wonderful evening at work (more on that later), I came home and crashed, waking up around 8:30 this morning. I didn't get quite enough sleep, but that's ok--I can always nap later if I want to.
Once I crawled out of bed, I called Cyndi, just to touch base and make sure everything was ok with her. Not that I could do much from out here, but just to let her know I was thinking about her.
After that, I decided I was hungry so I dirtied up some dishes in the kitchen making breakfast--hashbrowns and eggs, but for whatever reason, I didn't feel like making coffee today, so I just had a tall glass of cold OJ. Man, that was good.
I don't have a whole lot on the agenda today--maybe head to the grocery store and get the last bit of ingredients for tomorrow's pizza adventure. Otherwise, a little housework and some relaxing is about all I have planned. I *might* go see a movie, but I'm not too sure if there's anything playing that I feel like I must see. I was really interested in seeing Cloverfield, and people have been telling me that it's pretty good, but, they've also said that the whole damn movie was done on a hand-held camera, making it look like a home video taken on the run, and it's pretty annoying. Screw that--I felt that way about the second Jason Bourne movie--it was like sitting through a two-hour long Zapruder film. It just gave me a headache after awhile.
Anyhow...
Work was pretty slow last night--the typical Monday night scene in the casino. But the upside to that was that I got to chat and flirt with my favorite cocktail waitress for a good portion of the evening since we both spent a lot of time doing absolutely nothing. I was out at the far end of the Chinatown pit in no-man's land with no players or floorpeople around, and she had to wander by every time she went back and forth to the service bar behind the sports book.
At one point, I complimented her on her perfume--it was quite tasty--and we got into a discussion about fragrances, so she wrote down a couple of men's colognes for me that she likes. On my next break, I went back to the internet terminals in the 'quiet lounge' next to the employee dining room to see if they sold them on Amazon, and she was back there sitting at one of the computers. So I sat down with her and and ended up offering up my opinion on the unmentionables she was shopping for on the Victoria's Secret website. I don't know how much help I was, since I pretty much liked everything she showed me, but it was easily the most enjoyable 20 minutes of my week. And of course I was completely distracted for the rest of the night, also.
Really knocked me off of my game, too, because later on I mentioned that it was my Friday night, and she asked me where I was going after work. Taking cluelessness to an entirely different level, I started talking about finishing off the bottle of wine I started at lunch. Only later I realized that I got out a half-hour before she did and she probably would've accepted an invitation to sit in the bar and have a drink before going home.
Yes, I am a dumbass.
Once I realized that, coupled with the previous thoughts of her online window shopping for lingerie, I was pretty much done for the night as far as concentration was concerned. Luckily I made it out of there without saying or doing anything embarrassing.
And even worse, once I got home, I didn't even drink the wine...
Mikey
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