Tonight I’m going to meet Ryan and Tami for a buffet and for dessert we’re diving into live poker. I hope we find a tournament with a small buy-in, if not, I’ll play limit or small blind NLH with them. Here’s hoping we win. I don’t need to hope that we will have a good time in each other’s company, we will. The best parts of life are topped off with a cup of good friendship. *glasses clink*

My Sunday plan is to snuggle with that cute. little tiny tot that graced my life on the 5th. And hopefully Riot will be in attendance. Who could have a bad day with those two around? Did you see their pictures? Scroll this post!

My Monday plan is to attend Suzie’s 32nd B-day party. Yup, Jack Benny and Suzie have something in common. This is an email I received from Suzie:

*Begin Email*

Hi Guys,
My wonderful friend Carmen Bates is throwing me a party for my 32nd birthday this coming Monday, September 17th. It will be at the ROX night club. Please see the attached invitation for the address and time. I hope everyone can make it and you’ll bring your friends!
Love,
Suzie

*End Email*

You’ll note that she asked us to bring our friends – that’s why the email is going public. All of you that consider yourself to be my friend – OR NOT – can show so we can share in her celebration of life. 9:00 p.m. the ROX is at 5285 Dean Martin Drive AKA Industrial Road to us Vegasites.

My Tuesday plan is to hoof through another Vegas park with Carmen Bates. BTW, did you know she makes soap? And other essential body products? Take a look.

Wednesday plans are to take the Silver Steed in for an oil change and to have the damn code alarm reset so it’s sensitivity level doesn’t allow it to start barking when another diesel drives by. That whole trip and time element is the loss of most of the day as far as I’m concerned. I can either hang out and wait…toe tapping – fingers drumming…or call my son for a ride and then he has to provide taxi service back. I’ll decide when I wake up that morning.

The rest of the week may find me just curling up at the coach, staying out of the noise and heat of Vegas other than a nightly stroll around the RV park or perhaps a hike in the early a.m.

I walked the RV park on Thursday night, cruising through all of the rows and around the park. I look at all of the rigs and the ways that people set up their little bit of space on the pavement, and wonder at times if I should have bought a coach with four slides instead of three. Yet when I question that, I wonder why I would need more space. The size of my place keeps me downsized in ratholing and bringing home dust collectors to clutter and congest my home with.

On Friday night, I hit the pavement at the RV park at the same time, doing my usual walk through the rows and around the park and came face to face with this glaring at me in the dark with a street light exposing the ugly aftermath. Believe me, this is never in any of my plans.

I visited for a moment with two guys that live across the road from the burned RV and they said the guy that lived there got out OK. And it happened early Friday around 3 AM. I went home for my camera – yup, I can’t stand it, I have to have pictures.

I managed to have an encounter with another RV’er when I returned. This one was D-R-U-N-K. Let me add that he was ‘crying drunk’ because he was. He was standing with two other guys that were much younger than him, and talking it up about the fire and the guy that lived there.

I took two pictures from the other end of the burned RV and the drunk took off on me, grating at me that I didn’t have his permission to take his picture. WTF? Like I want a picture of a crying drunk? Grow up, dipshit! Or better yet, go sleep it off and start your life over. He got right into my face and demanded to know who I was. I can’t help myself, I never back down. I snapped back at him, “I’m a woman that lives in this park!”

He took a step closer and snarled, “You didn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

I figured I could knee him, punch him in the face as he bent over, and step away from it clean because he was so damn drunk. And yes, I would have if he’d reached for me. But his two friends grabbed his arms and placated him, pulling him off towards his place, patting his emotional drunkness as they dragged him away. Did I ever tell you how much I HATE drunks!!!

Getting into a fight is never in my plans either.

I took more pictures but decided I needed to do a daylight shoot.

The coach on the left appeared to have come through the fire just fine. The coach on the right didn’t fare as well:

Of the sober, sane people I spoke with, they were amazed that the RV burned as fast as it did; within a few minutes it was engulfed in flame and gone. Houses are the same way. If you aren’t out of them within the first four minutes that a house fire starts, you’re chances of surviving and escaping are damn slim at that point. It’s all scary.

I have a lot of plans, misfortune and sorrow aren’t included in those plans. Here’s to good times, better days, and happy thoughts. *glasses clink* Kee-rist! Water just ain’t the same as wine.