Gambling…I’m not much of a big gambler but I like to play poker with friends. As the party died down in the wee hours of Saturday morning we decided to break the poker table out and see how it fit in the new digs. I think it fits well in the bar room.


I went back into the archives and looked at last New Year’s Day – looks familiar. I had a beard then.



Set the way back machine for 1999:



How many parties have we had here at the new place already? People came over New Year’s Day to eat buffet style from the bar. Twice actually – we had a breakfast and an evening party.
This is the evening one (Jen cut ten inches off Jes' hair!!)


And the girls came over tonight to watch the Gilmore thingy and have pizza.


Cute/embarrassing story:
We went to the Casino last night with Mary, Beth, Jen & Derek. Jes actually turned twenty bucks into nearly forty on a penny slot. I walked into a women’s restroom because there was a pillar in front of the “wo” so from my vantage point when I looked for a sign I just saw two signs that read “men”. I didn’t get far down the hallway when I realized my mistake as the short Hispanic mopping maid held up her hand and said “women” so I snuck around the corner into the men’s room.

We were at the stage end of the Ameristar casino and a swing band, Hudson and The Hoo Doo Cats, were playing Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover. When I made my little sneak around the corner maneuver I heard the singer laugh and after the set he came up and joked about seeing me come out of the ladies room and duck into the men’s. The band had played Karen and John’s wedding so Jes and I have danced to their music before. They are one of the best local swing bands on a par with big Bad Voodoo Daddy and “Hudson” told me one of his own women’s restroom stories that ended with a police officer. That was icing on the cake for a trip where some of us left the building with more money than we brought in.