Friday Night Fun

Vegas Winstar, Baby!

B and the WinStar sign
(a little blurry--the camera was no cooperating)

Sorry, couldn't resist that one. If we can't go to Vegas, much to B's dismay, we can at least hit up the WinStar World Casino in Oklahoma every now and then, which is what we did Friday night.

We bought tickets a month or so ago to see Rodney Carrington's comedy show. If you haven't seen or heard Rodney, you should. He's hilarious. A little on the dirty side, a little on the country humor side, but hilarious. I think he'd fit in nicely with the Blue Collar Comedy guys.

Let's see. Quick rundown of the trip: I'm B's bitch, great show, successful poker playing, and arriving back home nearly 24 hours after we got up the previous morning.

How am I B's bitch, you wonder? Well, to know for sure, you'd have to ask idiot road rage guy who was ticked that B honked at him after IRRG sped up so that we wouldn't get in front of him when we tried to change lanes. We honked, so he thought he should then flip us off, point to the side of the road (presumably so we would pull over so he could beat up B or something--ha!), and make a gun gesture with his hand--that got his license plate written down. Then, when we ended up next to him in the stop and go traffic, he threw a rock at the Jeep--and didn't miss--and proceeded to say he'd shove B's badge up his a** and then yelled "F*#@ you and your Bitch!" Before he sped off, B hollared after him (in his best "Church Lady") "Hmm . . . Satan!" While a little scary, still pretty funny in the end. We're still walking around with B saying "you're my bitch, baby!"

The rest of the jaunt up 35 was less uneventful, thankfully. We made it there in plenty of time to walk around a bit while waiting for our friend Kelly and Scotty P., who were going with us to the show, to get there. Now, for my one complaint about the place. Do people smoke in public places that allow it just because they can? I'll admit, it wasn't as smokey this time as last time we went up there, but geez! Or is like drinking? You have to smoke while you gamble? I just don't get it. And since the casino is basically, one big tent, the ventilation isn't great, so the smoke just sort of sits there.

Me, Scotty P., and Kelly waiting for the show to start.

Bad attempt at getting a self portrait before the show started.

Someone sitting near us took pity and got a shot for us.

These were all taken with B's phone because no camera's were allowed. People were even gettting reprimanded for having having out the camera phones.

Anyway, we had lots of fun at the show. The opening act (don't remember his name AT ALL) was pretty funny in the end, but hit a few duds. Someone should have told him that at least half his audience was probably from Texas so he could have cut out or changed his Oklahoma jokes. We Texans just weren't amused.

Rodney was great. I've only heard bits and pieces from his CDs that B owns. His schtick is mostly country/hick family/couple fun. A lot of his stuff about couples you have to laugh at because it so dead on. He also has a whole segment of singing. He's got a really good voice, so you focus on that at the beginning of the song and then he pops out some outrageous lyrics. He's probably best known for his songs "Titties and Beer" and "A Dozen Roses" (which sounds innocent enough, but is NOT!). Honestly, my face hurt by the end from laughing so hard.

Oh, and thanks, Kelly, for getting such awesome seats!!

B and I waiting for the bus take us back to the poker room.

Kelly and Bernie goofing around while we wating for the bus.

There's no getting a "real" picture of these too!

Yet another attempt at a self portrait.

Can you see B sort of peeking out in the back.

And what a lovely shot of my double chin.

And that's a whole lotta Bernie!

After the show we met up with Bernie, got some food at the restaurant next to the live music that was good but so loud we couldn't hear to talk, and then let B and Scotty P play some Hold 'Em. Now, we went all the way up there and lot of you probably know that I'm a Hold 'Em player too, so you may wonder why I didn't play. I dont' do cash games. Too much pressure and I'm not nearly an aggressive enough player to have much success. I had $100 to possible play slots, but I ended up just hanging out with Kelly while the guys played--well, while B and Scotty P. played and Bernie watched over them to give updates and make sure they didn't go broke!

They didn't go broke. B even came home over about $150, so all-in-all a successful trip.

And despite being crazy tired, we got home safely and the munchkins nicely let us sleep until nearly 10:00. Needless to say, we spent most of Saturday lounging on the couch. We are definitely too old for these late nights!