God I love good music. Tuesday was a lot of fun, Skinner finally showed up and did several of his tunes I had really been missing since he went off on his "European Tour" ... He really did go to Europe, but there is more to that than I'm discussing here. Don Morris was the Co-host as Donnie had a casino gig which meant lots of MOOLA for him...... I preferred to stay in town and hear music that meant more to me than a souless casino gig... The sound typically sucks and hardly anyone pays attention. The casinos like to say they have entertainment, but they set it up in a way that it doesn't interfere with gambling. I don't like the casino anyway. I think of casinos as a study in human desperation... Really poor people and lots of immigrants trying to win the "American Dream" all the while wasting good money they could spend at a store a buying the things they need. The most I ever gambled was $3 I found on the floor, my friend Blue helped me try the slots and I lost all of it. I could have left with 3 bux, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. The casino got it, not me.
There is a lesson to be learned by that.
Don't take me wrong, I do love a good casino gig from time to time, going out of state (usually close to a choice flyfishing spot) nice hotels with a pool, food taken care of, good pay for the guys, and some good merch sales from time to time. But hanging out in a casino is another thing....
Next topic:
These kittens climb everything, I mean everything. Nothing is safe, not the fish tanks, tables, folded clean laundry... every speaker is a kittens dream since they are covered in carpet and are stacked in various places in the house and tend to be a gateway to higher more interesting places to attack from. Atchi and Camille have no time for us and only for investigating their new home. At night they pile on top of us along with Casey and sometime during the night they get under the covers and start fighting. We both wake up in the "morning" (yeah right) more like noonish and discover a plethora of scratches on us. The other day my face was all scratched up.... As I sit here they are behind me trilling, climbing and things are falling onto the floor. It looks like the kids have been here having a big ole' party. Every time I look behind me one is on top of something else, looking down at all the books and cd's they have knocked over. "They're just like rats"
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