Tee’d Up

Friday I went to the casino with the Renter and ended up running into the old roommate. I had just gotten done fighting with the dealers for four hours (up $200) when he walked up behind me and tapped my shoulder. He was there with a friend from work and they were wrapping up their stay there. I went and cashed in my chips and found the group back in a corner hitting up a slot machine. I really don’t like slot machines but I figured I might as well play one if I’m going to be waiting around. I stuck a $5 in some slot called “Cat’s Meow,” found a button that looked like a bet denomination and hit the spin button. I must have hit something on the first spin because it gave me this touch screen where I had to pick different items at random – I truly had no idea what I was doing. After about five touch screens it went back to the tumbler screen and it showed that I had $100 in credits. $100! One spin! I cashed out quicker than Gene Upshaw.

After getting home at 6:30 in the morning on Saturday and the puppy allowing me to sleep for only five hours I knew I wasn’t going to make it too long on Saturday. Sure, I probably could have taken a nap sometime during the day but I didn’t want to be up all night, either. So, what to do? That’s right, go up to the bar because there’s football on TV! By 6:00 pm even I could notice my words weren’t coming out quite right. I got a call from the Renter. “Where are you?” “Burp, at the bar.” “But what about hanging out with my coworkers? I’m sure they want to go out someplace before going to the bar.” Yeah, they might have wanted to go someplace else, didn’t mean that I wanted to. I went home at 7:30, just as the Renter was leaving. Later that night I got a couple text messages. “[Blank] says he is drunk but he will kick ur ass the next time he plays u in pool.” And, “He said that he will deny it if he loses to u tho…” I rolled over and went back to bed.

Sunday morning I got a call from the Polak. He was looking to meet up for the games and I suggested the corner bar (where else, right?). Since I had gotten a good night’s sleep I was ready for some more beer. Also, my weekly schedule has been a little off since the Packers season ended so a start time of noon meant for another awesome night of sleep. Sweet! Around 4:00 I suggested that he and I go back to my house for a little while and grab a frozen pizza. I asked him to wait five minutes after I left so I could take the puppy outside so she wouldn’t get all excited and pee when he got there. I didn’t know what was waiting for me on the home front.

Apparently the Renter was mad at me for something. As soon as I got in the door she tee’d up and swung for the green. I don’t know if it was because I went home early on Saturday or because I had been at the bar since noon on Sunday or what, but good golly she was irate. I mean, I had hardly even seen her since Saturday morning, what could I have done to warrant anything? The Polak came over and she yelled at him and sent him home. I caught hell for a good hour until my Chinese arrived. After that I went back up to the bar. You can only get screamed and yelled at for so long.

I'll save the Friday "family" dinner for another post.