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.
