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Originally Posted by Stu Ungar
This makes me insanely happy.
So, it's January in Vegas. It's not cold. It hardly ever snows. Which means it's the perfect place for...
You're goddamn right.
This is the Continental Cup. It's a week-long curling event at the Orleans with a different event each night. The event this night is North America vs the World. In this case, it's Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Switzerland, and Japan. They had flag bearers for each country. They asked us to rise, and played the national anthem of Norway. And then stopped. I guess they only did one anthem a night, otherwise they'd be there for half an hour. Besides, Randy Bachman of Bachman Turner Overdrive is scheduled to play at 9:30. We can't be here all night!
It was actually pretty fun, but the event ended in basically a tie - the North American men won on the sheet closest to us, but lost on the far sheet, and the women in the middle tied. It was me, Joboo, Brad, and Paula (the one who writes gay fiction). At one point I was texting with the wife and not paying too much attention. I hear clapping so I clapped a little bit too. Paula shoots me a look like she's going to slice my throat and almost screams "You were cheering for the ENEMY!!" From there on out, I make a big show of not applauding for the rest of the night until I had Paula's permission. It was dumb, but the 90 year olds sitting behind us were cracking up. They were even bragging about how one of the Canadian squads practices in their tiny small town.
Saturday the 14th starts with a painful trip to the post office:
That's about half the line.
Our neighborhood randomly got new mailboxes. Maybe they were vandalized or something. But it means having to go to the actual post office to get actual keys and the actual dopes who work there can actually go **** themselves. After about 45 minutes, the pickup line isn't moving at all, but the line to drop stuff off has been cruising along. My wife decides to play the dumb broad role and gets in the other line, pulls the "Oh I didn't know! But that line is so long, can I just get my keys?" act. And it worked!
Keys in hand, we make our way out of town to Hollywood. Once we saw Hamilton, there was apparently an obsession void that needed to be filled in my wife's soul. Fortunately, she found something that hits just about every one of her needs, the My Favorite Murder podcast!
http://www.feralaudio.com/show/my-favorite-murder/
As luck would have it, they were doing a live "show" in LA this weekend, so we decided to drive on out for it.
Yeah, how do YOU like it buddy?
It was a pretty amusing time, to be honest. The podcast is a good listen, too.
Sunday, we basically took the day off to walk around the city a bit, and then hit up the world famous Grauman's Chinese Theatre for a late showing of La La Land. I mean, we're in Hollywood. Seemed like an appropriate film to see there.
Whenever I watch a Ducks or Kings game on TV, I see commercials for Norm's. I was pretty insistent on trying it.
I was kinda surprised that it was so good. I expected it to be like a Denny's rip-off, plus or minus a notch or two in quality.
With that, we headed back to the reality of life. Which included bringing the cats to the vet. They were not pleased with the situation:
My classes started this week. One of them is in my actual program so I knew everyone in class. I tend to be a bit of a social nihilist in these classes, as we have one adamant Trump supporter and one talks-over-everyone socialist, and neither of them have the ability to stop talking once they get going. And I love to rile them up. So the Trump supporter walks in and I said "I figured you'd be in DC for the inauguration". That conversation took about half an hour. Love that ****.
The next night was the first meeting of my other class. This one is in a different department (higher ed leadership) and I knew no one in class. During the introductions, we had to say one interesting thing about ourselves. I was last to go, and decided to drop the "My ex-wife is a hooker" bomb. I don't care who you are, that story is funny. It's worth a chuckle at least. On a scale from one to ten, this got about a negative four. It was like I said my hobbies included kicking puppies in the teeth and telling black people that racism doesn't exist. Ugh. If anyone wants to follow along with my reading this semester, you can get this book off Amazon:
My wife got me a hot white chocolate from Starbucks for football Sunday:
She brought it home and I said "Whaddup!" I stopped myself before I sold off our living room furniture.
She also went food shopping and brought home this monstrosity:
I asked if that was for the nights I was out playing poker. She scoffed. Then named it Leeroy. I'm not feeling great about my lot in life right about now.
And if anyone is wondering: Yes, I'm going to be an insufferable prick between now and the Super Bowl.