Friday Highlights

A brief review of my night away, before I head out for a dinner at our church. The Sweetheart's Dinner. For adults, without their kids. Do you see a theme this weekend? We were actually supposed to still be away on our casino adventure, but came home this afternoon, so we'll sneak into the Sweetheart's dinner without RSVP'ing and hope no one will care since it is, well, church and all.

Styx was actually a lot of fun. But Tommy Shaw is the only original member, which led me to call them Styk all night, which cracked me up, because I amuse myself that way.

These two photos are from the Styx web site, but these are the guys that we saw, and this appears to be a current pic of Tommy Shaw because this is exactly how he looked last night. And no, HB, he does not appear to have had any work done. He looked good, looked his age of 46 years in a good way. And is still quite petite.

After the concert we played video poker and slots again. I kicked ass at video poker and walked away with $40 after starting with $5. Overall, I left the casino with $0 after starting with $40. Yes, I am totally high stakes like that. I will say that I did have $40 worth of fun gambling, so it's not a loss but an investment, right? And we started the whole deal out with a $100 voucher for the casino, never did add any of our own money. So it was all free! And, Lee, we kept it cheap because we did NOT buy Tim a shirt at the gift shop. He had to wear his sweatshirt and keep his holey tee shirt under wraps. Natural consequences.

He did, however, get a toothbrush from the front desk after being informed that, no, he couldn't just use mine.

Romantic highlight of the night away: have you ever been making out with someone, and your stomach makes some really loud and obnoxious sounds, so loud that the someone says, "What in the hell is that?" and you're all, like, it's just my stomach. And then you kind of pass out? Yeah, romance at its finest.

But there's a reason that my stomach was out of sorts. And that reason? We had $100 voucher to spend at the casino restaurant. And casino food? Is cheap. And no cash back. So we ate. A lot. And as I have mentioned, oh, I don't know, about 100,000,000,000 times, I lost 45 lbs last year. And the way I did that, besides running? Is I don't eat. Seriously. I pick. I nibble. I consume food and live a happy life. But I don't EAT the way we ATE Friday night. I'm talking crab stuffed mushrooms, crab and spinach dip, shrimp cocktail, a salad, a freaking lobster tail and then creme broule for dessert at the restaurant. And a lava cake to go, for later. Seriously. Is it any wonder my stomach had something to say about it later that night?

So my mission for the next week is to get back on a clean eating regiment and be able to button my jeans for my trip to New Orleans on 2/18. I also want to complete a nine mile run before I leave town on 2/18. Hey, shut up. I can dream.

Leaving now to eat more food! It is possible that this lifestyle is why the rest of the world hates America. Just saying.

High Rollers

WTF? I swear, I do not have a black eye.

We've arrived. We are at the Spirit Mountain Casino for our overnight getaway. How does one go from being broke to being on vacation, you might ask. We have a free room for the night, $100 gift card for the restaurant and $100 voucher for the casino. We did have to fill the tank for the drive down and Tim bought the Styx concert tickets for tonight. But all in all, a pretty free vacation.

And do you like how I am kicking it off? Within 13 minutes of being checked into our room, Tim had already ditched me to go play blackjack. I hung back to freshen up, which is code for poop, and five minutes later, oops, I was on Facebook. And then my blog. We agreed to meet at the blackjack table in half an hour, so I can spend that half hour however I want to, right?

The camera on my broken phone had been acting up, but now with my new free phone I am able to mobile blog again. And from what I have seen so far, there should be some pretty interesting people to snap a few good shots of (is that illegal?). But how bad would I feel if I took a picture of some gnarley casino regular getting his/her game on, and posted it with a snarky comment and then found out it was, like, your uncle's wife? That would suck. I'll make sure the innocent are protected (meaning me).

On the oh crap front, I feel a sinus infection coming on. Which may explain somewhat my three week long headache. Because my headache? Has now become a face ache. And I am flying across the country in less than two weeks. Can anyone score me a free Z-pack?

Last thing. I forgot to mail the give-away prizes before I left town (sorry!). So assuming my 20 year old staying home alone son doesn't consume all of the alcohol in the house, I'll mail them out Monday!

Time to hit the casino. Let the mobile blogging begin. I mean gaming. I mean romantic weekend. Either/Or.

UPDATE: Tim just came back to the room to change out of his sweatshirt because it's warm in the casino. And looks at me, like, where are my clothes. Dude, I did not pack your freaking clothes, you are a grown man. And under the sweatshirt? A tee shirt. With a hole. And he has brought NOTHING with him. No other clothes. NOTHING but his laptop. WTF?