Such a Wuss

I feel like a huge dork this morning.

I got off work two hours early, as per my original plan, came home, and like a moron immediately fell asleep. Yeah, I know I need to bank as much shut-eye as I can, because starting tomorrow, I'll be running a deficit, but I *really* wanted to fix myself a tall rum & Coke, head out to the hot tub, and smoke a cigar, spending a couple of quality hours envisioning all of the heady possibilities that this week might bring..

I suppose I can still do that tonight, but that moment that I got cut loose from work, as exciting as it was, just fizzled away. I guess today is a do-over. Besides laundry and housecleaning, I've got no plans today other than to clean my truck and get gas. It'll take me about two minutes to pack a bag once the laundry is done, and I don't have to be anywhere until I fetch Dougie from the airport early tomorrow afternoon. Then I start living like a drunken tourist for the balance of the week.

My last night of work was rather enjoyable, if somewhat slow. Sunday kicked off our official slow period at the casino, where we make no money until after tax day. Our tokes on Sunday night were way down--back to the bad old days of 2007. April is a shiatty month at my casino, and this week seems to mark the beginning of that slowdown. Glad I'm on vacation.

On the plus side, being so slow last night gave me ample opportunity to flirt with the future Mrs. my favorite cocktail waitress while sitting at my dead tables, and I've got my break schedule figured out so that as long as I don't do the first full hour of dealing at 7:00 pm every night, our late breaks overlap and I can hang out and visit with her. This only took me about a year to figure out, but hey, some days I'm lucky to remember to put pants on before I leave the house.

Can you say the word "smitten"?

Of course, we were talking about my vacation and all the buffoonery that is planned, and how I'm going to be living like a tourist and gambling and such all week. She told me that if I should win the Megabucks, she would 'gladly be my slave'... Of course, that comment pretty much put me off my game for the rest of the night, but I managed to respond with something smooth and un-crass while in the meantime my head was temporarily filled with visions of Jabba the Hut and Princess Leia in her metal bikini...

Anyhow... After that conversation, I went back to my last table of the night, a $10 Pai Gow game, and only had to do forty minutes before I got to say farewell to everyone that mattered. Once I signed all the requisite forms and punched out, I fairly skipped out to my truck. I took a moment before driving home to stop and look at all the lights of the Strip in the distance and think about how much silliness and good times I have on tap, hoping that this year's Madness tops them all.

Somehow, I think it will.

More later,

Mikey