A Head Start on my Weekend

Well, I think the drugs are starting to kick in a bit. My sore throat only hurts about half as bad as it did on Saturday, and the swelling is down about halfway, too. But I'm not better just yet--I've still got three days worth of 'Roids to take, plus another weeks worth of amoxicillin.

I don't know why, but the only kooky side effects I'm having are that *everything* gives me heartburn, and I get beyond tired late at night. I still need my rest, and Angy keeps after me to call in sick, so I decided to take her advice tonight. I will admit that it became much easier when last night, my future wife favorite waitress told me that she was taking Monday and Tuesday night off, too. Since seeing her is basically the highlight of my day on Monday nights, well, it became much easier to just say f*ckit, I ain't workin' tomorrow, either. That, and I really do need the rest in order to kick this bug.

So starting this afternoon, I'm going to bed--no computer, no phone, no music, and sadly, no company... I don't have another commitment until late Wednesday night when SteveB from DC arrives. I'm picking him up at the airport, then it's off to the Peppermill for some late-night munchin', and then to the Main Street Station. We might set foot in the brewpub there, as word around the campfire is that Falcon Rob and his posse from Ohio will be in there sampling the brewmaster's special until the wee hours. I did this last year and it didn't turn out so well--I ended up getting a speeding ticket that night. Oh well. I'm taking the freeway this time.

Last night at work was nice and easy--business at the casino, while still busy, wasn't nearly as off-the-hook busy as it was earlier in the weekend. My tables weren't quite as packed, and I still had some fun players and made a bit of money. Early on, around 9:00 pm or so, one of the gals I used to hang around with quite a bit in the past showed up and sat down, asking me if I wanted to go out for Chinese food after work. I asked her if she was still going to be around in six hours, and I cracked up when she opened her purse, counted out eight $100 bills, and said I sure hope so...

Well, she followed me from table to table for the rest of my shift, and I was actually able to get out an hour early--I'd signed up again for EO, but last night I was finally able to get it. So she went to the cashier's cage, while I signed out and changed clothes. A few minutes later we were freezing our asses off in the parking garage because the temperature had dropped about 30 degrees and the wind had picked up. And here I thought winter in Vegas had ended. I guess not.

Anyhow, a few minutes later we were enjoying a beer and going over the menu at our new favorite Chinese restaurant. We got some pan-fried dumplings (oh man those things are addictive), shrimp with vegetables, and sweet & sour pork. Oh yeah, and a bowl of rice. Of course it was all good, we were stuffed, and couldn't finish it all. And my super-tiredness kicked in about that time too, and I couldn't keep my eyes open.

We paid the bill and headed back to the casino to drop her off at her car. I swear it was all I could do to not fall asleep at the wheel on the way home, but I made it. I went straight to bed and could actually hear myself snoring within thirty seconds of turning off the light.

I got about three hours of sleep before I woke up and had to pee (all that damn soup, apple juice, and beer), and saw Rob sitting in the living room watching TV. So I stayed up for a bit with him catching up on the latest, and watching the last three episodes Jeopardy. But after that, it was back to bed for several more hours.

I woke up again to the doorbell ringing, this time it was the UPS man delivering a special package. I ordered a nice gift for Doc Al this March Madness, and it arrived today. I think he's gonna get a kick out of it, as will the rest of our buddies.

Tomorrow, all those black undershirts I ordered last week should arrive, plus my new 'Client 9' t-shirt--I figured I needed something new for the Madness, so I splurged a few bucks. So the UPS man should be waking me up again on Tuesday.

Until then, it's time to hit that big damn snooze button.

Mikey out!