Thursday, December 30, 2021

Back at Hockey

Covid really jacked up the NHL schedule and I feel like I hadn't worked a Kraken game in a while.

There was evidence of tomorrow's New Year's Eve show featuring Dave Chappelle.

The Calgary Flames were today's bad guys.

There had been what I think were pieces of this giant tentacle thing in the hallway backstage for a while so I was interested in what it was going to look like. The team still wasn't using it as part of the opening show though so I was left wondering.

Back home I relaxed by the fire in my brand new Kraken sweater. It was a pretty expensive splurge but at least I got an employee discount.

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Bath Bomb Fizzled

I procured a case of bath bombs during my St. Louis Amazon product scam. At our last St. Louis apartment we had a really nice Jacuzzi tub with jets.

The tub at our place in Kirkland is lacking in awesome tubs. There's not really room for me and water in the tub at the same time.

I thought I found a fortune in the center of the fizzy ball. The heck is this thing.

Sunday, December 26, 2021

Coping with Victory

It was snowy in Kirkland today so I lit a fire and got cozy. 

One of my favorite ways to keep warm is to chop my enemies in half with a samurai sword.

After my big win in Vegas yesterday that big time hurt Lydia's butt, I thought letting her count my winnings might help calm her jealous soul. It did not go according to plan.

Saturday, December 25, 2021

Lucky Christmas in Las Vegas

An annoying part of my quarters at Tom and Mom's house is there is a half circle window above the normal window that is uncovered by the blinds. So unblinded blinding light pours into the room in the morning which makes me sad. Sometimes there are fat birds out there though so it isn't a total loss.

Seago was apparently overcome by jealousy at my Big Lebowski Pendleton sweater and asked Santa for his own identical one. It sometimes makes me sad to see the suffering that my passion for flashin' causes in others.

Lydia sometimes makes these crabby faces when deep down I know she's having the time of her life packing her suitcase.

We had a flight connection issue in Las Vegas, which as far as I'm concerned is a pretty baller place to get stuck on Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.

Begone temptress!

Lydia wanted to go hang out in airport lounge and eat free cheese squares for dinner and I was like helllllll naw.

Lydia is such a princess to me that I said to myself "I need to treat my Lydia so so nice" so I booked her a table at Emeril's New Orleans Fish House located in the MGM Grand.

I had the 

"Creole Seafood Boil

Jumbo shrimp, clams, mussels, corn, andouille sausage, potatoes, creole garlic butter" 

for the low low price of $48.

Lydia, the girl I treat so nice and may be the luckiest girl in history, got the 

"Carolina Gold Jambalaya

Jumbo gulf shrimp, homemade andouille sausage"

Lydia's choice was especially fun because I'd read about and searched for Carolina Gold rice during our month in North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, but was annoyingly unable to find it.

What a lovely meal that any girl would be thankful to have.

On our way back to the exit of the MGM I figured I could throw a quick hundo at the roulette wheel. The table's minimum bet was high enough that $100 was not going to last very long at all. 

Well one of my numbers hit and I walked away a big weiner.

Lydia was helping me choose numbers and hers was the one that hit. So she wanted to know how much of my winnings were hers. It was to my displeasure that I was forced to inform her of the ancient rule of gambling: you've gotta be in it to win it.

Lydia pretty much had a meltdown after that. Reminding her of the magical dinner I'd bought her just moments prior did nothing to quell her hurt butt. Her Big Grinch Energy lasted well into the flight home. Legend has it that she's still got the BGE to this day.

A Very Hammy Christmas Eve

Today Aunt Rita came over to my mom's house and had a bunch of photos for me to look through.

One of the coolest kid bars in Springfield was Catch 22, and they made you buy two beers at a time. They'd give you one of the beers and a wooden nickel you could use to redeem your second beer later. It was a pretty genius and I think illegal way to get people to come back.

Tom's Mizzou student id. I like the mugshot photo.

A Christmas Eve party was planned at Joyce and Dennis/ house but I think that someone tested positive for something or had some covid symptoms, anyway we ended up still having a gathering but doing it in their garage.

Hammy the leg made his final appearance. He was very popular with Tom in particular.

We took a little walk in downtown Springfield to burn off some of our Christmas feasting.