Dodging A Bullet

Man, this week is just flyin' by--it's hard to believe that it's Thursday night already. I'm spending my evening watching Oregon State put the smackdown on the Men of Troy. And all I can say is that I sure am glad that one of the hottie cocktail waitresses stopped me to chat for a few minutes and totally distracted me on my way out of work today. Because otherwise, I would've made it to the sports book and put some heavy action on USC to cover by 24. Instead, after we got done talking, I wasn't thinking about football anymore and just walked out to my truck and headed home.

I stopped at the bank to make a deposit, and then came home and dozed through my afternoon shows on ESPN. When I woke up, I was all pissed at myself for forgetting to make a bet. Now it looks like it was a brilliant non-bet (as of this moment, I'd be down 45 points!), so I owe my gal Laurie some high-quality Mikey-love for saving me a bundle of cash.

Speaking of high-quality Mikey love, I had an embarrassing moment earlier this evening. After I woke up from my brief nap this afternoon, I was pretty hungry. Normally I eat at the casino and don't eat at home on days I'm working. But they fired all the cooks in the employee dining room and now just haul in the leftover slop from the buffet. And guess what--once that buffet closes at ten pm every night, there is nothing new brought in--just a bunch of awful crap drying out on the steam table for eight hours. So there's no breakfast available during my shift, and basically all there is to eat for lunch is do-it-yourself sandwiches where all of the cold cuts have been picked over by the nasty people I work with, half of which don't wash their hands all day long.

Anyhow, the point is, since I didn't eat at work, I was fairly hungry this evening, and I really didn't have a whole lot of interesting food on hand in my pantry. So I had to break down and go grocery shopping. While I was at the store, I was browsing the Chunky Soup display (it's on sale for $1.45 a can) and I could feel the eyes of somebody staring at me. I ignored it for a few seconds, but then I finally forced myself to look.

I saw a mildly attractive blond gal with an ankle tattoo and a tight tank top looking at me, and it took me a second to make the connection. She said Hey Mikey--how you doing? and I told her I was good. But I panicked because I had no idea what her name was. I kept moving because I didn't want to embarrass myself further, because I knew that if I stopped to talk, she'd totally bust me. The problem was, several months back, I hooked up with her after a night of drinking with my compadres in the pit. We'd all gone out to the bar after our shift, and she was there. Somehow we started talking and hung out for a bit, and after everyone had split up and gone their separate ways, I went home with her.

But even now, after I've been wracking my brain for the past three hours or so, I still have no idea what her name is. I know she must've told me at some point, and you'd think that I would've kept her name and number in my phone, just in case. But that ain't the case.

I guess I'm a very bad person... heh.

Anyhow, besides my momentary embarrassment at the grocery store, there was more drama. Once I finished all my shopping (I went with chili-dogs for dinner by the way--there was a game on!), and was standing in line to check out, I managed to get in line behind the one complete asshole that decided to go grocery shopping at the exact same time as I did.

This jerkoff decided to go and buy all of the Smith's brand raisin bran they had on hand, because there was an ad saying it was on sale. Unfortunately, the smaller size box featured in the ad was already sold out, so he grabbed all of the huge boxes, thinking they'd honor the 99-cents sale price or whatever it was.

No chance on that, the cashier told him, but he decided that that was the flag he was gonna die under and raised holy hell right there in the checkout line. It was fun to watch, because working in a casino, I see people take shots at the house all the time. But I'd never seen anyone take a shot at the grocery store. They even had to get the manager on duty to come over there and tell him to STFU, but he kept on ranting. Everyone in line was getting pretty tired of his gig after about a minute, shooting him dirty looks, sighing, shifting from one foot to the other.

He kept going, and it got to the point that I would've loved to introduce him to my Bitch-be-cool! stick, but luckily for him it was safely tucked behind the seat out in my truck.

I guess they eventually rounded up some rain checks for him and he finally took his chump ass on the road and order was restored in the check-out line.

So I came home, made my chili dogs, and have been watching the football game ever since. I'm not playing anymore poker online for awhile unless I'm either really bored, or I've just got nothing better to do with my money. The ridiculous suckouts are just too common to believe that the cards are coming out totally randomly (By the way, is it ok to use two adverbs in a row? Can I get a ruling on this?).

Anyhow, although I'm taking some time away from the online poker world, I'm still playing the live game. Earlier today I got into the old codgers game and made a quick $45 with some well-disguised three-of-a-kinds while I was 'working', and reading the latest issue of Poker Player magazine, I saw that Binion's is doing their Poker Open series again in October. I'm excited for that--I did really well in that bunch of tournaments earlier this summer, and I like the structure and the affordable buy-ins.

But that's about all there is from my neck of the woods tonight. Hopefully there's more interesting stuff happening in the life of Mikey over the weekend.

Y'all have a good one.

Mikey