I’m so hung over.
Last night was great, two of my uncles, my Dad, my cousin-in-law, my future brother-in-law,
The slots proceeded to eat the $45 fairly quickly. I had one good hit of 85 quarters, but I pissed it away very quickly. Then I proceeded to hang around the $5 blackjack table until a seat opened up. I have found my fun at the casino. At one point I was down to $15, but I was able to make some strategic double bets and got it back up to $55, where I quit.
Chuck had a little more luck. At one point he was up $250, and he ended up making some large bets “because it was their money”. He still ended up walking away with $20 more than he started with, so good for him. My Uncle Steve played an ass load of blackjack and I think he ended up ahead, but I don’t know.
The real fun started after we finished with the Boat. We went back to the hotel where my Big Dumb cousin had filled the bathtub with ice, Captain Morgan, and 20 beers. We sat around and shot the Guy Shit for two hours or so and did some serious damage to our reserves. Among the great pictures that will come from the evening are John (my cousin) praying to the porcelain gods, Matt doing the “I can’t feel my legs duck walk”, and a few pictures of me that I took of myself.
Daylight Savings Time is a bitch of a mistress when you’ve shared 17 beers and a bottle of Captain Morgan. We got up a full 10 minutes before we had to check out, to find that John (my cousin) only *thought* that he made it to the bathroom three times, when in actuality he ruined a hotel pillow and part of Matt’s shirt. He had a lovely rolled in puke stain across his face that extended to the back of his neck. Grody.
Me, I was fine. I had a headache, and the light tolerance of Gollum, but no puking for me. Matt hung in there too, I was really proud of him. As I am typing this, he is attempting to sleep it off in my bed. If male bonding was measurable, we’d have a bucket after last night.
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