mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the broadest sense of the phrase, I had sex last night... Eh. It's the holidays. That's why you haven't gotten any updates from me in the past four or five days. That, and I've been busier than a one-legged whore at a -- It's too early in the morning for me to be so witty as to finish that. Sorry. You get what you get at 10:40 in the morning after losing a wad of money at the casino. Best Friend Marcus and I -- along with another guy I knew growing up here in Picayune -- headed down to Gulfport/Biloxi last night to do a little bonding and gambling. The three of us went to a casino called the Beau Rivage, a super fancy casino that has its own microbrewery inside so you can enjoy freshly made brewskies while you lose all of your money. We watched the end of Monday Night Football while we downed two pitchers of the only-decent beer. I call it "only decent" because there is a microbrewery back home in Columbia that makes much better beer. But it was cheap and didn't taste like sewage, coincidentally the only two requirements I have to justify drinking lots of beer. I have my standards. I got excited walking into the casino because I saw that they had the new craze in casino card games: WAR! This is the exact game you played as a kid. The dealer gives you a card. They dealer takes a card. Whoever has the higher card wins. It goes SUPER fast and is loads of fun. And now... time for a flashback: Earlier in the day, after dropping a friend off at the New Orleans airport, I took the short gander over to Baton Rouge, the capital of Louisiana. Don't say you never learned nuttin' from this diary. I went to visit Best Friend Lisa and her dad. As you will recall, Best Friend Lisa is half-Chinese. Her dad is the Chinese half of her heritage. And for some reason, he really likes me and thinks I "velly wise." Very wise for all of you non-Engrish speakers. He made a traditional Chinese lunch for me and had it out when I arrived. This is stuff you would never get in a Chinese restaurant, but you should. It was all very fantastic food. I can't pronounce what it all was, much less spell it. But there was a turnip loaf, a pork something-or-other wrapped in a bread something-or-other (dead tasty, too!), crab legs, and duck. Every time I would slow down eating, he would say, "Ahh. Come-on JaPaul. Eat. Good fa you!" So, I had to stuff myself sick in order not to offend my Chinese host. He asked during dinner if I liked to gamble. I got a gleam in my eye and said, "Of course." He laughed and asked if I wanted to go "to casino." "Of course!" So, we went. And they too had War there. I had $15 in my pocket, and decided to play a few rounds. One thing led to another, and I walked out of the casino with $145!! That's $120 in the black! Hip-Hip Horay! Now, back to last night... Marcus, I, and the other guy who we will call Brian (because that's his name), after drinking our pitchers, went and sat at the war table. This was at around 9:45 or so last night. Yada yada yada... The next thing we know it is 6:30 in the f'n morning. I lost all of my money (granted much of it lost at a few brief stints at the craps table) and Best Friend Marcus lost more than he should have. We both got screwed majorly. Brian, though -- who came in with a crisp $20 bill -- left $400 better than he came in with. Rat bastard. You may be thinking, "JP! How could you lose $120?!? You can't afford to pay all of your bills, but you throw away $120?! Shame on you..." But if you will recall, that $120 was from an earlier winning streak off of $15. So, when the day was completely over, all I really lost from my original bounty was $15. Therefore, I didn't really lose much in the long run. I kinda wish I would have kept the $120. But spending an entire night of fun with two of my boys for only $15 isn't really a bad deal. I probably went through that much money's worth of drinks alone. From what I can recall, I had four or five whiskey sours and three Long Island iced teas. I was pretty parsnickered if that's even a word. By the time I got home, I had been up for well over 24 hours. I had driven probably 300-400 miles within that 24 hours. I was dead exhausted. And when I pulled up, I remembered that my aunt and grandfather were coming to visit for a few days. Which meant that two additional sleeping places were being occupied. Which meant that the only place to sleep was on a lumpy couch. The Paulster was not at all a happy boy. Well, I hope you all have a great holiday, whatever it is you are doing. I've had a very busy past few days. I will write more about it all when I get a chance. It is full of adventure, romance, and even includes a big rock ball chasing me through an old cave as I dodge boobie traps. Heh. I said boobie. Don't get all pissy if I don't update all too regularly over the holidays. 1:36 p.m. - Tues., Dec. 24, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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