IS how I feel right about now. I know I haven't blogged in a while, so here I am. I just got off work on my 2nd O-C this week. I stink. I'm sore from having to cook for 5 hours. I haven't even taken my pants off yet. But last night, I had a freaking blast. Wanna hear aboutit? Sure you do.
I got off work around 4:30 last night...Damn, I just went through my pics on my camera, and I have a whole weeks worth of important stuff to talk about. This is going to be a long post.
I got off work around 4:30 yesterday and went to meet Johan and Kene at the disc golf park. Of course it was league night on thursay (like it has been for the past 5 years) so we left there and went to a different, newly-renovated park. We through for 10 holes and then the rain hit us. So me and my cohort Johan headed for Triple A's to see Mel and have a drink.
At this point allow me to digress on two subjects. Yesterday I was planning on leaving work and going home to do Laundry, work on the website, and clean stuff. My plan was to do nothing. Oh, how far off the mark was I last night. The second thing is Mel... She's a hottie. I've known Mel for about 3 years or so (Yea, kid, it's been that long.) We met when I was working for her boyfriend at his pub. She was a bartender there and they used to have a float trip every year. We ain't great friends or nuthin', but we've had some good times together >;-) I've actually known of Mel since she started working at the pub, but we had never spoke other than, "Budweiser, please." "That'll be 2.50."
End of digression. Okay, you want a pic of mel? You want me to post a picture of a hot american babe on my website, without her permission? You got it:
Sorry it isn't better, but wait. I'm not. I'll have her pose for one next time I see her.
So we're sitting at Triple A's, eating our ridiculous plate of nachos and talking to Mel. Johan goes back to the bathroom, and comes back to the bar with a pull-tab. "Woo hoo!" He exclaims, " I won fifty cents!" Then, puzzled, he asked out loud " How do you win fifty cents on a 2$ pull-tab?...It's fifty dollars! I won fifty bucks!" I congratulated him, and wen ahead and blew 5 bucks on my own on pull-tabs, really feeling it. I won a buck.
I told him we were going to the boat. We each did a shot of Tequila, said our goodbyes, and headed for the casino. Luckily we both had our cards so we didn't have to stop and wait in line, and when we got to the policeman who was checking the I.D.'s of people going in, he said that he had seen mine before. I think he might actually have recognized the horn on my hat, but whatever. Once indies, I switched from White Russians to Budweiser, (Mel can mix any drink perfectly, I believe. Any alcoholic beverage concieved by her hands is a for real treat. Mmmm, Tatsy.) and we hit the slots.
I have this theory about slot machines. They are set to pay out more than 50%, so theorhetically as long as you stayed at the same machine, you will eventually have to win. But then Johan reminded me that just because it pays out doesn't mean it will pay big. So, I dunno. take it with a grain of salt. I honestly recommend that you don't gamble at all. Take whatever money you were willing to lose at a casino, and give it to me. I'll in turn put it into the website, and we can all benefit from it. Yea, sure, but would THAT be any fun?
After slotting around ( I didn't even stick to my theory. I just played whatever slots looked good.) I found a machine that was not far from Johan. After a while, and about 40 bucks (ouch!) I realized that the rotating images didn't even coincide with what was on the payout board-thingy. Then I was broke. So here I am, penniless (on hand, I NEVER use the card,) not doing laundry, not cleaning, not working on the website (not actually writing code, my life is working on the website) and very far away from home. I was miles away from the plan, and having a blast. Johan sat down and started pumping quarters* into the machine next to me. There it was.
7 7 Blank 7 Blank 7 doublejackpot Blank Blank
I could really feel the thing about to burst. I was so jealous that I had sat at the wrong machine. Johan was on my machine! Then he hit it. 7 7 doublejackpot. We sat in wonder staring drunkly at the building number. We couldn't figure out what it meant. it wasn't on the scoreboard. 200...250...400 "Sweet, you won at least a hundred!" 450...500...700...800. It stopped at eight hundred. 800 credits/4 quarter slots = 200$
He friggin won 50 bucks at the bar, and 200 at the boat. "We're outta here" he said, and got up.
I took this picture all ninja style in the bathroom 'cuzz they don't allow photograpy in the gaming areas. On the way out, I remembered they had this Initial D video game in the arcade. I'm a fan of Initial D, it's an anime about a kid who delivers Tofu in an old Toyota Corrola. As the stroy goes, he learns how to drift out of boredom and eventually through repetition masters "Mt. Akina" an infamous mountain road. seriously, check out this guy's site, it's pretty damn cool. I raced and lost, but it gave me a little card like a credit card to hold my stats. I'm so going back. Next time, I'll feed all my gough to the racing game, forget the slots.
We went back to Triple A's. Just to rub it in and we did a couple more shots. I think. It's right about here that the old memory starts jogging away a little. After we finished our beers we went over to his crib to play a little GTA and some Schlafly Pale Ales. after about an hour, I went home as well. I'm not sure what happened, but when I woke up this morining there was a four-of-six pack of beer laying on my bed with me and a pint of rum on the table. I'm still wearing the socks from yesterday, and as of yet I have not started my laundry because I'm making sure I post this. My Laundry isn't done, my stuff is not clean. Way off the plan, and loving it.
AMF
*Johan actually had no quarters, it's all done with little slips of paper. It added to the story, no?
