A Profitable Evening | This is Shaun

12/09/2007 03:11

Today I finally managed to go back to Bill Heard Chevrolet to pick up the tags for the car I purchased back in September. The original intent was for them to transfer my existing custom plates that I've had for the last 10 years (I only filled out 2 forms to do this), but they ran into some sort of snag, and sent me a postcard in October to tell me that they'd purchased new tags on my behalf instead. Since I'd kept my old tags and those don't expire until the end of December, I didn't get around to picking up the new tags until today.

Now I'll have to spend next Friday at the County Clerk's office, giving sperm samples in order to get them to transfer my old vanity tag back to me, in exchange for the randomly assigned tag that I now am displaying. 876 November November Delta. It has no ring, it ain't sexy, and above all, it ain't what I want. I've been sporting 31337 for 10 years and I intend to keep it.

I hit Tunica tonight for the first time in two months. It was a profitable night. I turned $100 into $350, then gave $100 of that back to the house as I sucked down Heinekens delivered by my favorite lovely chocolate cocktail waitress who recognized me immediately and didn't disappoint in her attention to my thirst. It's amazing how you can go AWOL for 2 months, then you appear out of nowhere and everyone still knows exactly what you want.

I suppose my reputation precedes me. Considering that everyone at Sam's Town is jumping over themselves to please me, I guess I have a decent reputation. I miss the weekly trips; now that I have a mortgage and a car note, I can't go down there so often. I miss the drives, too. 80mph south is a teaser for the 100+mph I get to hit on the way back. A rush as always, and still no speeding ticket.

If I ran up on your ass and forced you over, sorry 'bout that. I was just in a hurry. :)