Wednesday, April 22, 2009
A Circus Act Nobody Wants To See
I'm talking about watching the fat guy jump through hoops. It ain't pretty, but that's what I've been doing these past couple of days. And thankfully, I think I'm finally done.
Lemme tell you, not only is the physical aspect of moving all my shiat a pain in the ass, but finding a place, and then jumping through all of the paperwork hoops and rounding up documentation and such is also a big pile of non-fun.
But it's finally over. I found a new place, and I my application was accepted, and I just got the approval this afternoon. On the downside, however, I didn't get the first apartment that I wanted, the secluded one on the second floor with the fireplace--somebody snagged it yesterday while I was out trying to get *somebody* at my company to verify my income and my employment. Instead, I got a lower-level one, but it's right next to one of the pools and close to a BBQ veranda. Oh, and the building is surrounded by desert-style landscaping (basically, all rocks instead of grass), and the trees are all pine trees, so there will be no leaf-blowers or lawn mowers at 7:00 am! That was my only gripe about the other apartment Rob and I shared.
On the plus side, the lower-level apartment will give me a cheaper electric bill, and moving my furniture won't be such a pain in the ass, either. However, the leasing agent said she'd flag any second floor units that become available and I get first dibs if one opens up in the next month. (I really wanted a fireplace, but only the second-floor units have them). Also, I got some sort of promo deal with $150 off the first month's rent, and then at the last minute, when I showed 'em my employee ID, I got another ten bucks a month discount because of the casino I work at. That was kind of a nice surprise.
I'm just glad that the 'not knowing' part is over. Now that I know when and where I'm going to be living, the stress is off and I can relax a bit. But now it's time to start herding all my junk into smaller and smaller piles.
I've still got a month to go, but May is going to be a very expensive month for me. Not only am I moving to a new pad, but just this morning I ordered my tickets for the Jimmy Buffett concert down at Desert Sky Pavilion in Phoenix. (Got 'em on Stub-Hub for about fifty each) I know, face value is only $36, and I could buy them from a scalper on the day of, which I'd do if I were living there, but driving five hours to get there would suck ass if I got shut out, so I didn't mind paying the premium for the tickets and the peace of mind. But that won't be the only expense of the weekend, as trips to Phoenix with my buddies always tend to cost a few bucks.
Also, the week after that, I'm playing in a WSOP event that's gonna cost me $500, plus I've decided to spoil myself a little and got a room at the M for a few nights--so I better cash in that tournament--it's gonna cost me almost a thousand bucks otherwise! But like I said, even if I fall flat on my ass and get knocked out in the first hour, well, it'll be a great experience that you can't put a price on. I'm really looking forward to it, and I hope that my after-action report in entertaining, at least .
Oh well, I guess all these cash outlays mean that I better get back to the grind at the poker tables. I haven't played since that big hit on Sunday morning at the M. Well, I take that back, I played for two hours after my shift on Tuesday morning, from 5 am till 7, and made a whopping $15, which I promptly spent on breakfast. (Luckily I pocketed almost three Benjamins in tips that night...)
I didn't play last night--never heard from Audrey, but I missed a call from another gal, I'll call her 'Sheena'. She called me around 6 pm to see if I wanted to go play cards with her, but I was dead asleep. I woke up around 10 pm and got the message and called her back, but calling around to the various local poker rooms, we couldn't find a good game--it was a slow night all over town--so we put it off until tonight. So I just stayed home and watched TV last night, but tonight I'm gonna go out and hit the tables--I need to replenish the treasury.
Tomorrow night I'm gonna go hit the Beer & Blogger meet up--I'm not sure if any of my gals are going (Linda is out, I know that much), but word around the campfire is that somebody is bringing Bacon Cupcakes, and well, you *know* I'm not gonna miss that. Oh yes, there will be pictures.
On Friday, I've got an invite to some sort of local Blogger party at the Hard Rock. I think this one is kind of a big deal--it's invitation-only, and I have to check in at the 'Hard Rock Media Desk' to get my credentials, but the thing that sealed the deal for me was the offer of free beer. And I've been around long enough to know that free beer tastes better. I hope I see some familiar faces, and I'm sure I'll do some networking and what not, but at the very least, it'll be a good party.
After that, you may not hear from me for a few days--On Saturday, I'm picking Cyndi up at the airport and then we're moving into Caesars Palace until Tuesday. I highly doubt that I'll be bringing my laptop with me, so you weekend re-clickers are gonna have to find something else to do with your time. (Solitaire? Hearts? Minesweeper, maybe?)
The plan is to get in some quality pool time, eat in a nice restaurant or two, and just relax. Oh, and on Saturday night, we've got tickets to the roller derby. I've got a feeling that another epic post is somewhere out there over the horizon, gathering strength.
Anyhow, that's the news from here. I wish it were more interesting, but my adventures these past few days have been kind of low-key. However, I'm going out tonight, so you never know what might happen in the circus that is my life...
Posted by Hurricane Mikey at 5:09 PM