It's always something.....

Last night we were all going to go to the steakhouse over at the Gold Dust (we had a friend who was waiting there and he said he'd take care of us) I mean, we were planning to use our casino comp dollars to pay anyhow, so there'd have been very little money out of pocket.

So, I come home, Pops is all gussied up, and Dave (the roomie) is too. I, of course opted to stay in my work clothes (501s and a guiness shirt), and we head over to the club.

Dave sported for some gambling (lost my ass), and while we were playing we found out that Chris, our waiter friend, had called in sick. The real trick?

It was his last day. We knew that, and we told him we were coming in. He'd been working at another restaurant in addition to the steakhouse, and was quitting to go full time at the other place.

But the bastard jumped ship on us.

We still have plenty of comp dollars, and we'll be going over on Friday instead, but I was really looking forward to it last night.

Oh well, that's just my life.

Buenos con queso,

T.