It’s the end of another year, calendar year that is. No fireworks and partying for this kid. But just so you know Vegas hasn’t shut down – there are over 300,000 people in town to celebrate the New Year. Friday night at work, one of the dealers – Larry – asked me if I wanted to make an extra $100. I asked what I had to do. “Work for me tomorrow night.” *picking myself up off of the floor laughing* I told him a $1,000 wouldn’t get me to work New Year’s Eve again. Continue reading Saturday, December 31, 2005
Monthly Archives: December 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
A lot of things are going on in the poker room…you know…all that crazy gambling stuff that people seem to get into over the holidays. It’s always true that one of the busiest times for poker is during the week of December 25th to January 1st and this year is no exception. The room is crammed, jammed, slammed, and even though it is a holiday time, people are not always at their best. Nope…no grouchy crankies have been in my path or created a problem for me, but some of the stress seems apparent in the whole atmosphere of the room. And we never seem to have enough employees in some areas. Cocktail service is not optimal and our chip runners are too busy running food so the stress in that area alone makes it almost unbearable. People want a drink…AND DAMNIT!!!…They should have one. I feel the same way when I play (don’t forget I like to drink when I play because it takes the edge off of 9-4 off suit for hours at a time). But getting past that, a glimpse of time at the tables. Continue reading Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
So…no one wants to give me the lowdown on who these people are? I know they are bloggers or they are stowaways and managed to sneak themselves into the registry at the tournament. Someone? Send a name and a URL please. Continue reading Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
I don’t believe I’m melancholy. I believe it’s a reflection…a seasoning of the spirit, like fine wine that needs to ‘breathe’ when it’s opened by the person ready to partake of the aroma of the bouquet. Continue reading Monday, December 26, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Recipe for Christmas.
Reach into your heart, pull out a cup of love – mix gently with kindness until the texture is smooth and even. Slowly add smiles and laughter, stirring as you pour. Add an abundance of good health and prosperity – kneading the mixture into a smooth, supple ball. Add wisdom and understanding to taste. Sprinkle with peace and good will as you spread it gently around the world. Serve all year long.
*Glasses clink*
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Hells Bells! Christmas is not only looming over the horizon, it’s on a fuel injected, head on collision course with our lives. But this isn’t about Christmas (that little bit of wordage will appear in the very near future, probably about the same time that Christmas hits), it’s about the shock factor that it’s already here and that means another year has slipped off into the ether regions of time. Continue reading Thursday, December 22, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Dragging butt! There’s no other way to express how one feels when sleep isn’t the way it should be and there’s too much on the agenda. I couldn’t get the cobwebs out of my head when I woke up and I had to go across town to help a friend with a computer problem before work. Continue reading Monday, December 19, 2005
If I tell you a mouse can pull a house…
you hook him up! I read that quote on the net when I got my first computer in ’96. I loved it then, I love it even more now. Continue reading If I tell you a mouse can pull a house…
Friday, December 16, 2005
Check out this beauty – courtesy of the Hubble Site. No, it’s not one of the spots I’m going to visit on my road travels but it is a feast for the imagination. Continue reading Friday, December 16, 2005
Meeting Brandon Schaefer and others dear to my heart
The moon is out – it’s a beautiful 36 degrees tonight – just the kind of night that makes me really happy to have a place to hang out in, away from the freaking cold. No urges to race out into the night air and sprint to the top of a mountain…no sir-e-e-e. Get me hot blankets and lots of warm potent potables and I just might survive until the dawn hits. And what’s that old saying, “It’s always coldest just before dawn?” OK! Forget the dawn shit and just give me what I want. Continue reading Meeting Brandon Schaefer and others dear to my heart