2003-10-31 ~ 3:23 a.m.

Fridays and Gambling and Work and Halloween

Alright. First I want to dispel a little rumor. The rumor that you get an extra hour of sleep when daylight savings time ends. HUGE fallacy. Big. Huge. You get an extra hour of *doing whatever you are doing at 2 in the morning.* Which, in my case, was work. YEAH! I had to work 9 hours. Nine hours. It sucked. Well, it wouldn't have actually sucked so much if people could stop complaining for two seconds. For me, once I'm there, I'm there. Whether I'm there for an hour or 15, it's really all the same. But it's when people keep complaining incessantly about it is when I get tired. Whiney people make me tired. So, I shall whine about that.

Last Friday I had a great time. First I had dinner with this girl who I had never met. We knew of each other through a mutual friend. The dinner was really interesting. We're both a little socially retarded, so that made it fun. Ya know when someone isn't comfortable, so they don't really make eye contact? Yeah, two of us doing that. I think we had some pretty good conversations with our food and pillars and carpet. We had dinner at Gardunos which is at the Palms. It had gotten voted "Best of Las Vegas" 8 times by the RJ Reader's Poll. I just didn't realize it had been voted "Best Kinda Mediocre Mexican Food." Now I know. But they have a salsa bar. Actually, the "Best of Las Vegas" could have been for their salsa bar that they have up front because they do have a delightful salsa bar right up front if you just want to go right up and get some salsa. Oh, before I forget, they have a salsa bar. Just thought I would tell you as often as they told us. To be honest, really damn good salsa. My dinner date was also crowned Queen of Water. She had finished her lemonade and instead of bringing her another one, they brought her a water to go along with her other full glass of water. I did the only thing I could, and gave her my water. (I'm a helper.)

After dinner, and after passing the salsa bar on the way out and saying, "HEY!!! They have a salsa bar!!" We stood outside the restaurant and talked for an hour or so sans eye contact. We did walk around the casino once looking for famous people. We didn't find any. And the swanky folk weren't so swanky. We finally finished talking and I hugged her goodbye.

Now, hugging someone good bye is what I do. Probably instilled in me as a child. I don't even particularly like hugging people; it's just something you do when saying goodbye to people. She is very anti-hugging. I could tell by her anti-hug hug. And later I realized that she had voodoo'd me with a rash for it. (just kidding... though, I did learn that if you are someone who is allergic to cats, you don't hug someone who has 7 cats. And that's one to grow on!)

It was a nice dinner though. It was neat to hang out with a girl, but I don't think we would ever really connect in that girly way. Two different worlds we are. Our only real connection was the fact that we can't really connect with people. I give us both big points for giving it a try, though.

I was going to leave after that, but it didn't quite happen. I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I just wanted to be part of the crowd. There were a bunch of people, there was energy in the air, and, dammit, I wanted to gamble.

I sat down at a Three Card Poker table. I'll spare the details if you don't know the game, so here's the main part of the story. I was down to my last $5, so I decided to use the chip to save my spot and go get more money, when I came back, I found that I had missed out on a big hand. Yep, $200 that I didn't win. So, if I would have just used that $5, I wouldn't have had to go get money at all. Life sucks sometimes, huh? I think the crappiest part is coming back and instead of no one saying anything to me, ALL of them saying, "Don't tell her! Don't tell her!" Well, JACKOFFS, IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT NOW!

I went to a different table. In fact, I just played a few tables. Played some machines. I really had a great time. I didn't lose too much anywhere, I didn't win too much anywhere. Had a few drinks. Had a few more drinks. Things got a bit fuzzy in one area. I decided I needed to go to the bathroom. I look at the signs to see which one I should go into. Chose the correct sign. Went in. Noticed it looked a little different since the last time I was there. Decided it was because I was drunk. I came out, washed my hands. Noticed there was a guy at the urinals over to the right of me. First, I found it odd that I could see the men's urinals from the women's bathrooms, then finally understood that I had gone into the wrong bathroom. I was laughing as I came out......as there was a guy walking in. Said to him, "I may have gone into the wrong bathroom." He said, "I think so too, but, hey, it's all good." So I said, "Indeed. It's all good." (Yeah, when I said that I chose the correct sign, I meant chose *what I thought* was the correct sign.) Hey, maybe I feel my drunken persona is a guy. It could happen.

Next thing I know, it's 5 hours later and almost time for my fiance to call. So, I spent the last hour drinking water. He called. And after trying to explain that I was *still* out and I was gambling, he asked if I would like to go out to eat with our friends from work. Which I did.

I just had a really great time. All the people were fun. I was offered crystal meth. A lot of people for the Lakers and for the Sacramento Kings were there. But, yeah, still a little sad how much fun I have by myself.

THEN my friend from Arizona came out. She came with a stinky girl. Stinky girl wanted find property to invest in, and since I live here, I hooked her up with someone to talk to about it. While Stinky Girl did that, my friend, we'll call her, Emu, and I went to Bite of Las Vegas. Bite of Las Vegas is similar to Taste of Las Vegas, but with better bands. Of course, we didn't see any of the bands. But, HOT DIGGITY, we ate. And I got to carry around the snazzy umbrella that I had gotten at Ren Faire. I blocked the sun; however, I learned how cumbersome it is to carry around an umbrella in a crowded place. I almost skewered children, it was wonderful. Had some ribs. Decided I still don't like sweet potatoes, especially mashed sweet potatoes. BUT I do like me some pink taco. (giggle giggle snort)

There's a restaurant at the Hard Rock casino called the Pink Taco. It's a Mexican place (tons better than Garduno's). Their phrase used to be "Best time you've had eating out." Or something like that.... it was full of euphamism. Then, we had a HORRIBLE conversation about her mother and pink tacos and her mother asking if she can share pink tacos with her daughter. (See, her mother is asian, so many American euphamisms WOULD be lost on her. Fun, eh?) And we had cotton candy. We passed on the electric bull, but ONLY because neither one of us had a camera. (It honestly had nothing to do with the fact that Stinky Girl was waiting for us at my house.)

The next day, Stinky Girl, Emu, and I went to have fried meat at my favorite Vietnamese place. Ohmigosh, it is SO good. I'm salivating just thinking about it, and I'm full. This is how it is: They bring you a plate of thinly sliced raw meat (presumably beef) and shrimp that is basted with tasty lemon grass and something or other. They bring out a little hibachi thing, and you cook your own meat right at the table. Then you have these pieces of rice paper that you put the meat and vegetables in, you roll it up like an eggroll, you dip it in your preferred dipping sauce and you SCARF DOWN THAT SUMBITCH!!! Yep, if you want to go to dinner with me, talk fried meat to me...

Sadly, Emu had to go, but someday she will be here without stinky girls and she'll have more time to hang out with ME and we can get srunk (sic) and play pai gow and compare what we have in our purse.

As for work.... eh. I mean, work is ok, but I screwed two girls over for the early out the other night, so now I feel weird about being there. I know it's silly, but I get weird about these things. I didn't mean to screw them out of it, and I was intentionally being mean. Just sometimes, at the end of the night, I get really stupid. I sometimes do really stupid things. This was one of those times. One of them said something to BETROTHED and not me (though she knows him better and also non-confrontational) so I apologized to her, and then was schooled by her about the proper way to give breaks. I haven't seen the other one, though she is one to hold a grudge. Ah well.. sometimes shit happens. It just sucks because now if ever they were to talk about me, this is what would come up, and then other people would think I'm a bitch. I hate that. Not that I generally care what people think, and not that I'm not a bitch cause I am, but I don't like it when people at work think I am. I like to keep my work life drama free. I like to be nice to people, have them nice to me, then talk bad about them when I get home. :D Ah well. It's all BS anyway, and I'm spending too much time talking about it....

YAAAAAAAAAAAY Halloween!!! I'm not doing anything special even though it's my day off and the world is my oyster. BUT I really want to just stay at home and give out candy. We're giving out the Mars, Inc mix and also the Hershey's Factory Favorites mix. Yummy. We're also giving out glowsticks that we had bought to give to kids for 4th of July. And water. That's right, water. Little bottles of water. I just remember as a kid being SOOOOO thirsty while I was trick or treating but feeling weird about asking for something to drink. So, I have enough water to give to EVERYONE....

And tonight, we carved pumpkins. We went to the future in-laws (that is SO weird to say) and future mother-in-law, Betrothed, and I carved pumpkins. It was a bunch of fun. Very messy. But well worth it.

Ok. Happy Holidays. Hope ya'll didn't strain your eyes too much trying to read this whole thing. Hell, probably only one of you read it all the way through. (Hi, Emu!) :D

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