A night at the Nugget

On that day so many years ago, I said to my girl that whatever I have is hers, and vice versa. And as time has gone on, we have both lived up to that promise. We love each other, so we like to do little things for each other. Share and share alike.

If I have something she likes, some goody we both enjoy, I share, and the same with her. Well, maybe we both keep the lion's share for ourselves, but it works pretty well. Even to the last piece of pizza or the last piece of toast in the morning--passing it back and forth until it is gone. Somtimes it seems like we got married 35 days ago, not 35 years. (We hit 35 in August.)

Alas, sometimes we share something we shouldn't. And that has happened now. My cold, the subject of my last post, is history and gone. Yay! And I don't miss it, either, believe me.

But my wife didn't miss it. I gave it to her. So she's been coughing and having the runny head. For the last few nights, she has taken NyQuil. She's feeling better this morning.

Last night, while watching something on TV--and this is standard operating procedure here--I warmed up her thick socks in my normal style: I stuck them down the front of my shirt, against my skin, and soon they are toasty warm. I take off her other socks, give her toes a little massage, then I reach inside for the warm socks and slip them on. Just one of the silly things people do when know each other so well.

Off to another topic:

The highlight of the last few days was the baseball draft on Saturday and the "owners' meeting" the night before. The draft went well. It started at about 9:15 a.m. and ended about 4:30 p.m., letting everyone out in time for the NCAA semifinal games. I got some of the guys I targeted, but I couldn't get them all. (How could I in an eight-team league?) In the end, I was satisfied.

Last night, after watching TV with my wife, warming her socks, helping her change into her nightie and kissing her good-night, I stayed up late and entered all the players into the online computer scoring service. We drafted some 148 players by auction and then another 96 in a "snake" draft, so that was a lot of data entry. But the online system went well. I did that on my laptop downstairs while watching the Oilers and Flames battle for playoff position in the late CBC hockey game.

The owners' meeting? That was on Friday night. Hmm, what can I say? We went to a place called the Gold Nugget, about 40 miles away. And we made a pact, based on the Las Vegas tourism ads currently appearing on U.S. TV: "Whatever happens at the Nugget stays at the Nugget."

But my night was uneventful. I had a few (three) Bud Lights, then switched to Sierra Mist (a lemon-lime soda, if you don't know; it cost $3.50 per can at the Nugget--and 55 cents at the vending machine at my office. Overhead?) And I watched the dancers. They were OK, but too young for my taste. Too thin for my taste, as well. (I'm sure the fashion industry wants to know that I don't hunger for slender young things.)

I gave out a few dollar bills. One of the guys (all at least 15 years younger than me) gave me a token for a "private" lap dance. I showed it to one of the dancers. "Do you get extra brownie points for these?" She said yes. "Well, then take this off my hands." Later, when the guys asked if I had used my token, I smiled and said, "I don't have it any more!" And I didn't.

To be honest, it was kinda boring after about a half hour. There was a lot of waiting around and giving away dollar bills, since the guys stayed there until just before the bar closed at 2 a.m. I got home at about 2:40 and was up at 8 that morning for Draft Day.

I was wondering how many of them would be hung over from their Friday night exertions--some of them partied pretty hard. Anyway, I went to McDonald's to get a Sausage McMuffin before driving to the office, where we hold the draft. As I pulled into the parking lot ... nearly all of them were there, waiting for me to unlock the door and looking no worse for wear because of their exertions at the Nugget.

Saturday night, I stayed home and watched a movie with my wife on TV. Cuddled with her under the comforter. Warmed her socks. Helped her go to bed. Reminded her about the NyQuil. It was a good night.