How can I top updating from the bathroom, Land Of The Dead and the Summer Nationals?
I am now reporting to you from the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino lobby cafe. Little bro is upstairs taking a cat nap before he turns the big 21 at midnight.
I have stories, but I'm kinda busy now... Just letting everyone know I made it ok.
Updates galore, yet still pertaining to today...
Ok, the trip in was miserable, mostly due to father dear being quite a bit more than half in the bag by 9am. He's a button pusher and its my buttons he likes pushing most of all. I sat him down before we left and discussed with him what was appropriate outside talk, not one word of which stuck. I now trust him about as much as my mother but I'm living with him til I get resituated so I can't really say anything and it is still a million times better than dealing with Janet.
Now, as if babysitting and trying to keep him inconspicuous enough to pass as sober and not getting kicked off the flight was enough, there was a "security breach" at Hartford Airport. Everyone had to get off the planes and refile through security. We ended up only having 15 minutes to make the connection in Philly. Not impossible but deffinitely more difficult when trying to drag along a man who can barely walk as it is, but with a pint of gin and a six-pack in his system who tried to stop at every bar in Philly Airport and hit on every girl under 25 then turned to me and proclaimed how he'd like to give her a bath. He's a creepy old man who really needs help but will kill himself before he changes. Literally. We talked over funeral plans and everything.
But that's over and now its time for good stories.
Karma is a bitch. All my clothes are in my carry-on while the airport lost their luggage. I spent 30 minutes deciding which black t-shirt to wear.
I bought my brother the greatest meal on the planet for his birthday. I had a 9oz steak sandwich with sauteed (sp?) mushrooms and raw onions on a french baguette. It was the jesus of sandwiches. Other sandwiches offer sacrifices of their first born baby sandwiches in the name of this steak sandwich. Justin had something but I didn't pay any attention as I had found the holy grail of steak sandwiches. The meal cost me 45 bucks for the two of us. Which brings me too....
Craps. I learned to play tonight and made the dinner money back. I'm still down like 10 bucks because slots blow but I found a new game. Tomorrow, after a little rest, I tackle blackjack.
I leave you now with my favorite thing my dad said to me which explains why I'm a bit unhappy with him at the moment.
- Josh, do you think this whole thing is because they found that gun powder in your shoe? (During the security scare)
I'll just be happy if I stay out of jail about now.
More adventures in babysitting tomorrow.
I am now reporting to you from the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino lobby cafe. Little bro is upstairs taking a cat nap before he turns the big 21 at midnight.
I have stories, but I'm kinda busy now... Just letting everyone know I made it ok.
Updates galore, yet still pertaining to today...
Ok, the trip in was miserable, mostly due to father dear being quite a bit more than half in the bag by 9am. He's a button pusher and its my buttons he likes pushing most of all. I sat him down before we left and discussed with him what was appropriate outside talk, not one word of which stuck. I now trust him about as much as my mother but I'm living with him til I get resituated so I can't really say anything and it is still a million times better than dealing with Janet.
Now, as if babysitting and trying to keep him inconspicuous enough to pass as sober and not getting kicked off the flight was enough, there was a "security breach" at Hartford Airport. Everyone had to get off the planes and refile through security. We ended up only having 15 minutes to make the connection in Philly. Not impossible but deffinitely more difficult when trying to drag along a man who can barely walk as it is, but with a pint of gin and a six-pack in his system who tried to stop at every bar in Philly Airport and hit on every girl under 25 then turned to me and proclaimed how he'd like to give her a bath. He's a creepy old man who really needs help but will kill himself before he changes. Literally. We talked over funeral plans and everything.
But that's over and now its time for good stories.
Karma is a bitch. All my clothes are in my carry-on while the airport lost their luggage. I spent 30 minutes deciding which black t-shirt to wear.
I bought my brother the greatest meal on the planet for his birthday. I had a 9oz steak sandwich with sauteed (sp?) mushrooms and raw onions on a french baguette. It was the jesus of sandwiches. Other sandwiches offer sacrifices of their first born baby sandwiches in the name of this steak sandwich. Justin had something but I didn't pay any attention as I had found the holy grail of steak sandwiches. The meal cost me 45 bucks for the two of us. Which brings me too....
Craps. I learned to play tonight and made the dinner money back. I'm still down like 10 bucks because slots blow but I found a new game. Tomorrow, after a little rest, I tackle blackjack.
I leave you now with my favorite thing my dad said to me which explains why I'm a bit unhappy with him at the moment.
- Josh, do you think this whole thing is because they found that gun powder in your shoe? (During the security scare)
I'll just be happy if I stay out of jail about now.
More adventures in babysitting tomorrow.
I think Im going to have to steal that line about "Id like to give her a bath"....I'll use that at the bar tonight.....
have fun!!! How hot is it there?!