Missed Opportunity?

I've got an hour or so before I have to go to work, so I thought give a quick update on the weekend's activities thus far...

Saturday night at the casino was just the longest night ever. I don't know why, but the night seemed to drag on and on--it really felt like a Sunday. And I was back on my favorite 'home' string of tables, giving away money at a record pace. Hell, for dealing in Chinatown all night, I dropped a ton of tokes (over $300 before I gave up trying to keep track). I'm hoping I wasn't too far over par, but I'm sure I was. But as enjoyable as work was, it just seemed to go on forever.

I tried to keep my mind occupied with work and such, thinking this was going to be a tough weekend for me, but after about the sixth or seventh person asked me Hey Mikey, where's your girl Kimmy tonight?, I almost snapped. Not that I was going to go postal or anything, but instead of saying what was really going through my head-- If she was my girl she wouldn't be off in Sedona with some other dude this weekend!--I just answered with a generic She's on vacation. And she's not my girl, either.

That pretty much got the point across and people finally quit asking. Like I said before, it was probably the worst kept secret in the casino how much I was into her.

Anyhow, I had much to look forward to after I got out of work. All of the dealers were gathering at a local bar for the farewell party for one of the floor supes, and it sounded like it was shaping up to be a good time. Even my gal Jovanka said she'd be there and told me to prepare myself for an epic all-nighter of buffoonery, which sounded like just what I needed--and I haven't gone out with her in months since she switched over to day shift.

I got the early push from work, but surprisingly, when I got to the bar, about a dozen of my friends were already there. And not only that, every cocktail waitress, bartender, and barback from the casino was there, having a get-together of their own. So basically, everyone I work with was there, and the party got huge in a hurry.

However, two of my favorite gals were noticeably absent. Besides Kimmy--and I didn't even want to think about where she was, who she was with, or especially what she was doing--my friend Beth wasn't there (she's the one who is just drop-dead gorgeous and gives me a case of the stutters every time we talk), but she has weekends off, so she wasn't anywhere near the casino last night anyways. And my gal Michelle, the little blonde Jessica Simpson lookalike who I flirt with all the time and sometimes have a drink with after work wasn't there either.

Without those distractions, coupled with my kind of out-of-it state of mind, it wasn't nearly as much fun as I thought it could be. After about a half-hour, I sent Michelle a text message asking her where she was, since she was at work earlier. I thought it was odd that all of her co-workers would go out and she wouldn't be there, but as much as I talk to the cocktail waitresses, I'm not privy to all their gossip and drama, so I wasn't sure if there was some other dynamic at play. Anyhow, I said something like EVERYONE from the casino is here at Sierra Gold--where are you?

She'd left work early, but I didn't know if she'd gone home or what (and she lives way the hell out on the other side of town). A couple of minutes later she sent me a message back -- I'm at the Sporting House, I'll be over in a few.

Sweet--the night was looking up!

Well, I was busy chatting with all my friends, goofing off, having a few drinks, and basically relaxing and enjoying the company, trying to feel normal. About 20 minutes passed, and still no Michelle. The bar is pretty huge and was fairly crowded, so I sent her another text message.

Are you here yet???

Just a minute later, I got her reply:

Why don't you come over here and see me--we'll do body shots!

Doh!

Of course, all my friends were like Dude--you should get over there. Now! But the truth is, for whatever reason, I just wasn't feeling it. In fact, I really wanted to just go home, down a bottle of rum, and pass out. I know, lame, huh? Besides, I figured that if there were body shots happening over at that other bar, she would probably be the center of attention and I didn't need to deal with that, either.

So I sent her back another message that kind of got me off the hook:

As much as I'd LOVE to slurp premium tequila off of your hot little bod, I'm gonna have to pass. It's a going-away party here and I really can't leave. But I'm tempted, though...

She wrote back something along the lines of Cool, maybe next time and that was that.

I stuck around the party for another half-hour or so, but I wasn't really having much fun. And Jovanka never showed up, either, so the plans to stay out all night and half the day kind of evaporated. I was tired, I didn't want to get drunk (there) because I had to drive home, and the sun was coming up. I had no sunglasses with me, so I used that as an excuse to say goodnight to everyone.

I came home, took a shower, and went to bed.

My Saturday night turned out to be kind of a bust, but I guess that's my own fault. I was just not in the partying mood, I guess.

Anyhow, I've got two days of work ahead of me, and I'm really not looking forward to it at all. Luckily, this weekend has been fairly busy and the money has improved a bit (this last month has been 2007 ugly), so that helps.

Maybe I'll be in a better mood tomorrow. If you can't tell, I've got a case of the blahs right now.

Mikey