Wednesday, February 25, 2009

You Asked For It

So here ya go--a picture from last night of me and the Kri-Monster enjoying some beer and pizza at Grimaldi's:

There's more, but you'll have to go over to Carmen's place to check them out. And yeah, that grease spot on my shirt is courtesy of an adventurous mushroom that didn't quite want to stay on the slice, especially when I started laughing before I got it to my pie-hole. Luckily, I was wearing the oldest t-shirt in the collection, so the damages were minimal.

What a great time though--I love those gals, and hanging out with all of them is about the most fun one can have while still keeping your pants on.

Anyhow, after dinner, my phone never rang--I had yet another day away from the casino, so I got a full night's sleep again. I'm tellin' you though, as soon as I get back to a 'normal' routine--BAM!--I'll be working like a crazy man again and not getting any sleep for weeks on end. Let's just hope that it's sooner rather than later.

But once I got up this morning and puttered around for a bit, I got myself dressed and ready to head out. I checked my bank account online and saw that the first installment of the Marcie Fund had already arrived, and there is another pending deposit of $300 that will hit tomorrow morning. So in the short span of less than a week, we've raised almost $1500! Thank you all so very much--it really means a lot.

So I headed back over to the O-House to see the other Divine Miss M, and also get some lunch. Before I did that, I decided to surprise her with something nice. She's been under the weather for a couple of days, so I got a gift bag and tissue, complete with curly ribbons and stuff for decoration, and then went to Walgreen's and filled it with stuff like Zycam, Tylenol Cold medicine, sore throat lozenges, mints, green tea, and eye drops. So while it looked like a birthday present or something, it was actually a bag full of useful get-well stuff. But she appreciated it very much, and now I've got some of her germs. Woot! But there's nobody else I'd rather get them from...

I had a long and lingering lunch, hanging around for a couple of hours reading the paper and taking my time while she worked, but she was still able to come and hang out between delivering food and taking orders. Of course we had another wonderful visit, and made plans for tomorrow.

She's got the day off, so once the kids get off to school, we're gonna go down to the bank and move the money from my account to hers, then go get some breakfast at Friendly Donuts. They've won a couple of LVRJ 'Best of Vegas' awards, and Marcie loves the apple fritters there. And yeah, the donuts are so much better than those too sweet by half sugar, shortening, and air excuses they sell at Krispy Kreme and Dunkin' Donuts. These are good old-fashioned donuts, made the way god intended, and once we fight our way past all the Henderson cops, we're gonna indulge.

After breakfast, it's over the U-Haul store to rent a dolly, then to the storage place to rent a storage unit, then to the parking lot at Home Depot to hire some, uh, migrant employees. Then we'll get all the boxes and furniture out of the garage at her current place and get it stashed. Also, she's following up tonight about that one decent apartment she found, so hopefully all goes well and we'll know where we'll be moving the rest of her stuff to next week.

Once the plans were made and my lunch was paid for, we said goodbye until tomorrow. On my way home, I stopped at the little music store on the corner and picked up a new maroon-colored strap and a 12-pack of guitar picks. It doesn't look like I'll be able to go on a treasure hunt for all my guitar stuff down in the garage for a couple of days though--my stuff is all blocked in by my roommate's truck, and well, I just don't have much free time on the horizon. But I'll get to it soon enough--I can't remember any scales or anything, and I really need the practice.

Funny how the topic of guitars keeps coming back to wants and needs. Practice, I need. But right now, all I want is just a nap.


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