In which I gamble a little.

Friday night I rode with Apple up to Riverside for Gorgeous’ going away party. (She’s moving to Hawaii. I hate her. Let’s not discuss it.) Riverside, it turns out, is a whole entire casino with a decent hotel attached, and it’s less than an hour away.

Gorgeous got a room, gave her guests $25 chips as gifts, and provided munchies and far too much booze. Not as many people showed up as could have, so I tried valiantly to drink as much of the vodka as I could. Ouch.

I gambled a little — played some slots. Didn’t win. A couple of people in our party won a few hundred bucks each, but I don’t win at gambling.

We ended up on Saturday morning with six drunken people in a double, so we kept ourselves up chatting and laughing and making more cocktails. By eleven o’clock in the morning I was wretched with hunger and had a mediocre tomato-cheddar omelet in one of the hotel restaurants while Gorgeous and Mother were taking Aveda spa treatments, and Rockstar was blissfully snoring away up in the room.

When I finally made it home the next afternoon — the Holy Couple drove me back, bless them — I was so tired I was literally seeing spots. I was the kind of tired where, when you finally lie down and close your eyes, you can see all kinds of interesting kaleidoscope-y moire patterns on the insides of your eyelids, like oil on water, and you can feel some of the fine muscles around your eyes twitching spasmodically and you’re so glad you’ve finally got your contacts out that you can hardly stand yourself…

…and the next thing you know it’s nine hours later and you’re waking up. I basically slept for a whole day, save the times I got up to eat and let my dog out, and I’m now much recovered.

I have to pick Snow up from the airport tomorrow night at 11:21 PM. Right now it’s 10:30 and I’m ready to do something. Maybe I’ll do some laundry. Gah.

In other news, my referrer traffic is disturbing to me. I need to figure out how to totally disable registration on Rants; that board is getting way too much spambot traffic.

 

3 Responses to Live It Up

  1. Lynn says:

    OMG. I love sleep like that–wish I were doing it now!

    Go do it, you have my permission! -m

  2. Alex says:

    Can the message board system you’re using for Rants be configured with one of those verification thingies such that people registering have to type in the text displayed in a distorted image?

    Captcha? Probably. I need to upgrade first, and then find a plug-in and/or hack to make it work. It’s been on my list for a billion years. -m

  3. Nikol says:

    mmmm…sleeeeep. Want some.

    I loooooove sleeping. So. Much. -m