Busy all day and come back and the inmates are running the asylum.
Saw Blue Man Group, which was fun, then popped 60 bucks into one of those gaming machine things and hit for 1600, so that was cool.
You people behave.
*** Update ***
Talk about missing the lede. I forgot to mention that after I hit the jackpot, I was sitting there waiting for an attendant to cash out, and the waitress came by and I ordered a diet coke. She came back, I took a sip, and immediately tasted the demon rum and spit it back into the glass and looked at her with what I imagine was an accusatory look of shock and betrayal- “THERE’S BOOZE IN THAT!” She looked at it, and said something about how the straw was supposed to indicate it was just diet coke, and I told her straight up “I’m an alcoholic, and there is definitely booze in that. Just trust me on this one.”
Apparently the bartender fucked up. So, for the first time in a long time booze touched my lips, but it didn’t make it any farther than that. Good thing it was me and not some poor other sap, cuz that kind of shit could lead to a bender for someone. As soon as I tasted it I could feel the old familiar warm in my chest rushing up to my cheeks, and I swear my vision become more acute, even though I didn’t swallow. In this case, it may have been just the memory or my adrenaline that kicked in when I realized what had happened.
I felt bad I barked at her and just had a bunch of cash handed to me, so I gave a her a 20 and said I was sorry and then beat a hasty retreat out of the casino, because I don’t want to give them any money back.
And by the way. I’m fucking proud of myself. That was a big test, and I learned a valuable lesson. I’m drinking from a can or bottle I watch opened from now on.