Terminally hip / fatally cool…breaking my vow of silence + stories pending for reiving & jmorbadu
I’m trying to think of some good stories. My brain, my brain she is a burning. Tonight we went to see a movie. Walking out of the Palms Casino movie theater feeling the wind on my face reminded me of this time last year. We had just moved to Vegas and were living in the Budget Suites behind the Stardust. The very same place that the Ohio sniper lived in during his stay here. I remember walking through the parking lot, and jumping the dividing wall to the Stardust. As I looked at all of the neon flashing signs and listened to the traffic I thought, “I can’t belive I’m living here”.
It is almost a year later, and I’m saying the same thing. Although with not such excitement and newness in my voice.
Last year it took the sports books almost a whole season to know X’s name and start writing cryptic things on paper when we bet. This year it took about nine days. I am divided on my feelings. On one hand speaking to my egotistical nature and love for attention, it feels very cool. When we walk through the doors I can almost hear the Kill Bill (vol 2) soundtrack and feel Beatrix Kideaux’s Hattori Hanzo sword strapped to my back as my every step sinks up with the beat of the music. On the more realistic side, the less attention, the better. Did anyone ever think that those words would be coming out of my mouth? It goes against my guiding principal of life….ANY attention is good attention.
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and that was written last night while we had won our biggest bet and had a positive, but not record day. This morning now that the simulations for 2002 are complete, our mood is not so springy. The data is saying the exact opposite of what the 2003 data is saying. I feel like someone who picks the wrong answer on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. They say, “Yes, Regis, final answer!” with such confidence and wide eyed optimism. Then, Regis purses his lips and sucks in his breath, and that contestant’s smile begins to falter as they realize the truth of the situation. Mostly I feel bad for X. He is working and has worked so hard. I can’t do anything to help except make food do the laundry and perform sexual favors. Although, those sexual favors are pretty worthwhile if I don’t say so myself.
We’re not defeated, just set back a little. We counted a few chickens when they were still embyros. I had all the charities in mind I wanted to donate money too and was seriously fantasizing about hiring a personal chef. Another fantasy I had was paying someone $10,000.00 to take care of Murphy the dog until her dying days. I figured no one was going to take that mess of a dog for less than that. Also, some new clothes a few massages and a personal trainer may have entered my mind.
Although there is a glimmer of hope that it just might be a small error. X is re running 2002 with some adjustments. We will know in two days.
Meanwhile, for today….Go Yankees.
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