From Neon to Peeon...
Last night I did something kinda dumb, but I told myself at some point in my life I would go ahead and blow a few hundred dollars at a Casino. I'm not a gambler, don't have the bug at all, just thought It'd be fun, and it was. Didn't win Jack shit, quite the opposite, but fun just the same. Nicole, Mike (Fucker from Nasty D's) and I took off for Buffalo last night around 5:30. We arrived home at 6:30 AM leaving behind over $1000 combined, 13 fun and exciting hours and almost an entire bladder’s worth of Urine on the NYS Thruway. Drinks are free at this joint as long as your sitting at a table, so we sat, we bet, we drank. I've been to Casino's before; I may blow 20 on a slot machine, but never sat down at a "real" table. We played Black Jack mostly. It is excited to see your money grow, but almost indubitably is all gone by the time it’s time to go. At one point I was asked to loan 100 dollars, and it was paid back to me in less that 30 minutes. Second time I was asked, I gave the money begrudgingly, but again was paid back in half an hour. Only to have said borrower blow it all before we left. You just don’t win money, and it seems to me a true gambler will spend ALL he/she has UNLESS of course he/she is WAY up. And by way up I mean over a grand AT LEAST. Until that joy is achieved, the cards will keep coming and the money will keep going. I am glad I don’t have this need. I could have walked out with 100 bucks and would have been pleased, and would have stopped there. Just so happens, I was never up more than 30 bucks. Anyways, onto the funny part. Mike was quite loaded when it was time to go, I was not, so I offered to drive his big truck home. He had to pee something fierce but didn’t want me to pull over or wait for a rest stop that was only 5 miles away. He proceeded to ask Nicole to find this coffee mug from the back seat. Turning around in the front seat, on his knees, fore-head against the head rest, he began to “brew” his own coffee into the mug. Needless to say, this was quite a sight to see. Upon filling, Mike yells, “OK, open the window!” I roll it down; he dumps, and begins to fill the mug again. After three fills and dumps, he drops the mug to the road below. “Shit! I’m not done yet”, he explains, while grabbing a small 8 ounce cup form the dash. He reminds how it’s dark and he can’t see and will have no idea when the cup is full other than it spilling over to his hand. He’s finishes, tosses the cup out the window, turns around and sits back with a satisfied smile saying, “See, we didn’t even have to stop and I saved us all 10 minutes.” The pride soon ran away when, a few minutes later, he notes, “Uh oh, I’m wet.” We turn on a light, and sure enough, there are some dark areas both on the seat, his knee and his ass. Didn’t think I could laugh any harder, until he decides to jump ship and yells, “Nicole, I’m coming back there with you!” Mike then climbs between the seats, head first, fleeing the now damp seat. As his feet were kicking around my face, squirming to reach dry land, we pass the rest stop. But who’s got time for that? Lol. Fun times, good night had by all.
From Neon, to Peeon.
From Neon, to Peeon.