Quick post, because I don't know how much longer I'll be conscious.
It's about noon on Monday, and it's only been about 6 and a half hours since I left Heaven, aka the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel and Casino.
What was I doing there at 5:30 am on a Sunday night/Monday morning? The answer to that is very simple. She's about 5'3, has a killer smile and a fantastic asspiece.
She's a bartender, and I'd been hanging at her spot earlier in the night. We've been cool since I'd first gone to her bar a few months ago, but last night was the first time we kicked it outside the spot, because basically the flirting was getting to be too much and we decided to stop pretending like we didn't want to do the damn thang.
After work, she goes to the casino to unwind because, ba dum dum, it has a 24-hour bar. One that charges $8.75 for my capncokes, but I digress. The really important thing here is I found a place that serves alcohol 24 hours a day, seven days a week about 20 minutes from my house.
That might end up being the inscription on my tombstone.
5 comments:
It's sad, yet somehow poetic, that our blog is an offshoot of a poker blogsite, and is home to several poker players (including one pro), and yet it took a strip club bartender to make you realize that casinos have 24 hour bars.
*sigh*
Hey, I don't gamble. *shrug* Casinos are foreign territory to me. If I'd actually ever thought about it, it wouldn't have been a revelation.
And it's not a strip club. It's a bikini bar. LOL
LOL way to leave your audience hanging. Don't you have work?
Leave the audience hanging? Oh, about the girl?
This a drinking blog, son, not a pimping blog. LOL I keep those details outta here, unless they alcohol factors in hilariously in some way, like ... oh, I dunno, a girl I just nailed was so drunk she just urinated in her own dresser drawer.
That'd be crazy if something like that happened, huh, Defi?
And Kev, strong chance I'ma be in LA beginning of March.
I hate you.
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