Howdy y'all--I hope everyone had a wonderful Labor Day weekend--mine was ok, but nothing over-the-top exciting to report. Yes, I *did* go play poker on Friday night, but just for a little while. The real purpose of my trip to the casino was to register for the season-long NFL pick 'em contest at the sports book, and also to get my college picks in (but we saw how that worked out). Anyhow, after the 'chores' were done, I sat down with a few friends and played poker for a couple of hours.
I didn't stay too long, but I walked with a $50 profit, so it was a successful evening--my winnings paid for my parlay ticket, dinner at Quizno's, and a half tank of gas, and I was home, in bed, by midnight.
I got lots of reading done over the weekend, but no housekeeping--the sink is full of dirty dishes, there's a pile of laundry climbing the wall in the bathroom, I need to take out the trash, and to top it all off, all the pillows on my new couch are askew... But I'm waiting for the mailman today--I've got seven more books on the way.
My plan last night was to go hang out with the Henderson Writers Group gathering, but once the late afternoon rolled around, I didn't feel like sitting in a coffeehouse for three hours listening to people read. But Linda saved the day and called me up, saying she didn't want to go either, and she had a better offer anyways. How's about we meet up for a beer or two, instead?
Hmm... Coffee house or bar? Y'all know which one I chose.
Less than an hour later we were hanging out at Sierra Gold, taking advantage of their happy hour prices, and she was giving me the rundown on her weekend and the progress of her book (it's finally at the printer, and she's waiting for a proof). I don't know if you recall, but way back earlier this summer, Linda said that if she didn't have a copy of her book in her hands by Labor Day, she'd touch a bird. I know, that doesn't sound like much, but imagine me saying something like If I don't do such-and-such, I'll work forty hours in one week and then you'd understand. Linda doesn't much care for birds. So while I didn't bring it up and remind her of her ornithological obligations, there will be a field trip the the local pet store in the near future--with pictures and everything.
I also picked at her brain to give me ideas about stuff to write about, as this blog has gone stale these past few months. There's a lot of good stuff in the archives, but any new readers that show up would probably think the recent posts suck like crap on a stick. Of course, she wants me to write about guys' perspective on things, and I'm willing to oblige, but for those old-timers out there, anybody have any suggestions? I feel like I've been in a rut since early summer, and while a harmonic convergence of stupidity was enough to bring me out of my mid-season slumber, since then I feel like I've had nothing to say, and I'm just mailing it in.
Hell, I haven't had any good poker stories lately (haven't played that much, to tell the truth), and work stories, well, I'm saving those for another time. And I don't have the cooking bug right now, although that could change on my next trip to Trader Joe's. Maybe I have to commit myself to trying a new restaurant once a month, too. I dunno, I'm just searching for ideas.
In the meantime, I'm gonna start tidying up the house, and maybe later today I'll go catch a movie or something. And I found a used bookstore over on Tropicana, too, so I may go do a little browsin'.
Y'all have a happy Tuesday.