Winding Down After Work

It was a long and tiring night in the casino, but it went dead around 12:30 or so this morning. I was back on my 'home' string of tables, my favorite lady was bringing the drinks around, and I was dropping decent tokes, so it was just about as good as it gets for a Saturday night at the office.

But once it went dead, it was about as quiet as a graveyard on a foggy night. Sometime after midnight, the Future Mrs came by to say goodbye and that she was bailing out a half-hour early, and I said I was probably just an hour behind her if I could make it that long. Of course, they started closing games down, but none of the dealers wanted do go home, so we started doing that whole twenty-on/twenty-off thing, which sucks like crap on a stick.

So at 1:20, a few of my wiser compatriots and I pulled the ripcord and headed for the door. It just wasn't worth sticking around for. My free time is more valuable than that. Besides that, during my last two hours, I barely dealt a card and was yawning like every twenty seconds or so--and the caffeine didn't help at all.

Once I got home, I figured I needed a cocktail. I'm growing a little tired of the Girl Scout Cookie Martini, so I thought I'd change it up and make a Duck Fart. What is a Duck Fart martini, you ask? Well, here's a picture of it:


It's very simple--all you do is toss one shot each of Bailey's, Kahlua, and Crown Royal into a martini shaker with ice. Shake shake shake, and then strain into a chilled martini glass. It is quite tasty, and since it's three shots of straight booze, you really get a lot of bang for the buck. One will give you a sweet buzz. Two will knock you on your ass. Three will likely cause you to do nasty things with a stranger. Since I'm home alone, I think I'm gonna stop after just one. Although, doing nasty things with a stranger always sounds like a good Saturday night activity...

Anyhow, I'm glad that my workday is over--it would've been a little more fun if I hadn't been such a soul crusher for the last half of my shift. I swear, I just kicked the shiat out of everyone. Oh, I still gave away a couple of big hands, but I eventually took back everything I paid out. Nobody won with me last night.

Oh well. That's the way it goes in the casino. Sometimes the dragon wins. And then he celebrates by drinking girlie martinis alone in the dark...

Mikey