Its Just Like A Post

Sitting down ready to bang out a long post about what the new found freedom feels like, but Sanajay's hair-do finds it wasy in my head and cock-blocks my ability to type.

Why couldn't I get back from my congratulations dinner just five minutes later and have my eyes and ears spared from his erection deflating voice. Like Derek, I just listen to this guy, and my Sanajay tilt goes away.




Four days from Vegas and I'm not excited.

Not pumped.

Sleeping soundly.

No dreams of coming out, doubling down, or shouting PAI GOW dashing in my head

This worries me that I've spent too much on a vacation that will not be relaxing, fun, and without wheelchair races versus the security guys in the high stakes parlors. I do look forward to hooking up with Don and placing my bets for the Vikes and Twinkies (free money for the sportsbook!) while developing a sore neck from admiring the various sizes of breasticles that will be on display.

Or maybe its this cold that's slowing me down while knowing I have about eight articles due over at my poker blog site before I step onto that Northwest flight a-heading out West to land of glitter, sand, and fake breasts. Because I'm a nordic cowboy ba-by.

That was the Dayquil speaking. I'll end this before further embarrassingly bad song segue attempts are put into cyberspace.

Thanks for dropping by, now what's left of my hearing is pleading once again to the american public. Don't. Vote. For. Sanajay.

Down The Home Stretch

The state decided it was best for me to prove I can parallel park so today I shall be attempting to do so on their road test. Think the palmed $20 is a good idea here?

I kid.

I'll edit later if I become a fully licensed driver after stopping off for some Leeann Chin's sesame chicken and cream cheese puffs for lunch.


Edit: Despite the Iggy-sized space to parallel park a Trail Blazer, I passed. Who needs a sober cab? :)

Operation Gimp Driver Successful

I passed the neurological exam yesterday and currently I'm the proud owner of some doctor's scribblings on important doctor-type notaries.

Today I'll barter with the DMV (no palmed $20 as suggested by Huge Junk) as to which medival torture devices they'll ring me through for the pleasure of driving around the block for a week.

I want to thank all of the well wishers from yesterday as I can't come up with more then "this is pretty fuckin cool" right now :)

I will touch a little more on this comment from PokerPeaker in a later post:

Congrats and good luck.

I can't imagine what you went through, and congrat yourself for being a cynical and funny guy instead of a bitter and prick-like person after such a shitty thing.

I have to honest when the transformation of "woe is me" and hating life didn't happen overnight, in fact you could count a few years that were lost due to self-loathing and hating that next breath I drew, not to mention a crumbling marriage. A lot has to do with our little circle of degenerates, my wife's strength, and sitting back to observe the kids.

But for now, the bar is open kids, time to par-tay!

Have a great weekend!