Hit me!

No, not really. But I spent the last four days in a casino, on an all too-short vacation, so gambling is on my mind. I'm back from vacation and the silly people in this office actually expected me to do some work this morning! But I'm stealing time to blog anyhow.

First, yes, we had a great time.

Gambling? I lost the most at about $200. Mom came in second at about $80, and my annoying sister managed to walk onto the plane in Reno carrying more money than she'd had on her when she disembarked four days before.

She used a rather unique system on the slot machines, namely that when she won any significant amount ($20 or more since we were playing nickel machines), she cashed out and stopped gambling for a while.

Maybe I'll try that some day.

The second order of business, or actually the first since it's the primary reason we took this particular trip on this particular weekend, was the Johnny Mathis concert(s). Yes, plural. We bought tickets for both nights, even though seats were $60 each. He sounded fabulous, dahling even though I could distinctly hear the strain in his voice when he tried to hit some of the high notes. The audience, for the most part, was receptive and appreciative. On the first night there was a woman sitting behind us who was far too excited. Her vocal and near-orgasmic responses to some of the songs were embarrassing to listen to. Fortunately, nothing similar marred the second night's performance.

It was a nice trip and I had a great time, and thanks to A for arranging it all so cleverly.

By the time I got home, my replacement credit card had arrived (did I tell you that I lost my wallet four days before we left town?) and I received a notice saying that my new bank card is also on its way. So, that's good news.

I'm off the antibiotics and I fully believe that if I hadn't spent four solid days in a smoke-filled environment, my head would be completely clear by now. I'm going to give it 24 hours and then call the doctor if I'm still stuffed up, though. Just to be safe. (And the HR person here at the office sent me an e-mail pointing out that the $127 I forked over for the last meds should be covered under the insurance, so I need to check out getting reimbursed.)

What else? Naturally I missed CSI, Firefly, and Monk while we were out of town. I miss the good old days of ordinary cable that was smart enough to change the channel if we weren't home. ATT digital cable provides more channels but will only tape whatever channel you leave the box set on, which is annoying. We chose to tape West Wing, so I'll have to beg around town and see if anyone might have taped any of the other shows I would have liked to have seen.

Blah, blah, blah. Not exactly stimulating entertainment today, am I? I should go check my e-mail.

If I get the time and energy later I'll tell you all about the psycho guy I rode the elevator with in Reno and how Mom got pulled out of the security line for setting off the alarms, and how she lost her driver's license, and how we went and painted the world's ugliest pottery to have a memento of our trip.