Since It's Monday Anyways, It May As Well Be Raining

So much for all that beautiful sunshine and warm weather we've had these past few days. It's all gone. It's rainy and cold again, and it's been raining all night here in Hendertucky. I'm actually cool with it. Lord knows we need the rain--it's been such a drought here for so long, Lake Mead is actually about a half mile further away than it used to be. I just don't like the cold weather, that's all. I turned off my heater last week and dammit, I want to keep it off. NV Power is gonna bend me over soon enough when I start using the air conditioner, so I'd really like to be able to just enjoy a few months of 70's and 80's during the day, and 50's and 60's at night.

Oh well. I was gonna stay in today anyways.

I've been busier than hell the past few days. I played a little poker, but not much. I took a couple of ridiculous bad-beats on Friday evening, so I called it an early night. I think I was home by 11:00 pm on Friday, unwilling to risk my bankroll when it was obvious that I had somehow offended the poker Gods.

On Saturday, however, I got to spend some time with 'My Gal Tara', from the sidebar over there on the right, and we went to Linda Lou's new show over at Alexis Park.

Linda does an hour of stand-up comedy, sprinkling in tales and tidbits from her book. It's a good show, and although I've seen her stuff a few times, she still brings teh funny.

After the show, we gathered in the lounge for a bit to have a couple of drinks and such with Linda, Lori Biker, and Mama Lou. They stayed and watched the late comedy show, but Tara and I took off for the Strip.

Our first stop was the Flaming-O, where Tara decided that Donny's package needed some adjustment.

We wandered up and down the Strip for a bit, popping into random casinos here and there, grabbing a few drinks, doing a bit of people watching, but never really finding a good table seemed to call our names.

Eventually, we ended up at Margaritaville for a late dinner. We got a couple of 'boat drinks' and an order of the legendary Volcano Nachos. Here they be:


Oh, we were kinda hungry and ordered some real food too--I got a Cuban sandie and Tara got a club. Big mistake. Oh, they were good, but we didn't finish either one, and the nachos, well, we didn't even come close. Here is the 'after' picture--after we threw in the towel:


Seriously, it was like we hardly made a dent in it. After awhile, we felt like we were in an episode of Man vs. Food and the food was kicking our asses.

Regardless, we had a fun visit--the food was good, as were the drinks, and there was a kick-ass cover band playing in the restaurant too. They did the most awesome rendition of Foreplay/Long Time by Boston that I'd ever heard--we were blown away to the point of wondering how awesome it would've been to have been stoners back in the 70's, with big ol' 'fros, wearing bell-bottoms and sitting around on beanbags, getting high in the basement. Yeah, they were that good...

Eventually, we called it a night and I dropped her off at her hotel and I headed back here towards the Batch Pad. I made a quick stop at work to try and scrounge up another shift, but that wasn't happening--it was a long shot, but I figured I'd stop in just in case it was unusually busy on Saturday night. I didn't mind too much to find out that they didn't need me--I was tired anyways, so I came home and chilled--even being tired, I couldn't sleep, so I stayed up till 5:00 in the morning watching a bunch of old episodes of The Unit that I'd recorded over the past couple of weeks.

Eventually, I made it to bed, and I spend most of my day on Sunday working on my puzzle--I got a lot more done, but I forgot to take a picture of the latest progress--maybe in another day or two.

Besides working, poker, hanging out with the gals, and working on my puzzle, I've done a lot of reading over the past few days, too. I picked up one of those 'complete idiots' guides--one for writing a novel. I'd love to do that, but I think I'm more of a non-fiction guy. I could easily write a book about life in the casino and the local poker scene--it would almost write itself. But I think I'd rather write a novel. One big stumbling block, though--I don't have an epic adventure handy that is good enough to write about--and it needs a good twist, too. So I'll kick the idea around some more, but we'll see.

Anyhow--that's all I got. I know I've been a slacker lately on the blog posting front, but I'm just not feeling like I have anything interesting to say at the present--it's been a fairly dull month!

Maybe something cool will happen this week...

Mikey