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Chunkin'

September 1, 2008 9:42 PM

s you may recall, last Saturday was my birthday. I went out ot dinner with my friends and had a really good time. Oh, and Co-SME and The Reeg threw me a party at their place, which was also a house-warming party for the place, which is awesome. It was a lot of fun, and I would have been more than satisfied with those two awesome things. But Mr. Vice nonetheless told me that I shouldn't make any plans for this Saturday because we were going to go out to dinner with RPM and Mr. Utah, who had not been able to make it to the festivities last weekend. I was excited because, as you may or may not realize, I love being the center of attention.

Anyway, Mr. Utah showed up and a bunch of us watched the Badger game and then went down to the Taste of Madison, which is yet another amazing thing that makes summer in Madison one of my favorite time-place combinations. (Winter in Madison ranks pretty high up there, too, by the way). But there was trouble a-brewin'. See, RPM was supposed to leave Chicago at about 1pm. But because his now-former landlord is a dick, RPM wasn't able to leave Chi-town for much longer than anticipated. I had some idea that this was affecting whatever plans my friends had in mind, but I didn't think it would be a big deal.

Eventually, however, as it became obvious that RPM wasn't going to be in Madison in time for dinner and everyone started talking about eating at either Qdoba, which I don't really like, or Five Guys, which is awesome but not what I was in the mood for, I got sort of depressed and disappointed.

Then RPM showed up and we decided we had better get a move on. That's when Mr. Vice handed me a card, which I opened to find a picture of David Hasselhoff staring at me. Then I opened the card and was vaguely shocked to find a wad of cash. "Cash," I thought, "that's sort of strange." And then I said that out loud. And then Mr. Vice said "Read the card, you idiot." So I did, and I realized that my friends have given me cash to be used for a very specific purpose.

Now, I love to gamble. One of my favorite places in the world is Las Vegas. I don't know what it is about gambling, but I get a rush out of it. Not to mention that I just like the games themselves. And, of course, everything's better when there's money at stake. The problem with Madison is that it's very far from Las Vegas. On the bright side, however, there is a casino within an hour of here. The down side is that none of my friends here really gamble. So for the past four years, I've been trying to convince everyone that we should go to the casino. When a night was winding down and we weren't sure what to do, I'd say "Fuck it, let's go to Ho-Chunk." Or when we weren't sure where to go eat, I'd say "Fuck it, let's go to Ho-Chunk." But, alas, we had never gone.

Until Saturday, when my friends surprised me by taking me to the casino I'd been wanting to go to for years. And it did not disappoint. I think most people had a good time, and most of us gambled. I did ok at the poker table, and L-Dawg lost all his money pretty quickly, which I find hilarious. I tried to turn everyone on to craps, and Mr. Utah and Shakenneighborsyndrome seemed to like it. X-tina was scared of it.

But that's not really the point. The point is that it was a great night and that I appreciate the hell out of what my friends did for me. It was really awesome and I didn't see it coming at all.

So, really, thanks to everyone that was involved, even if you couldn't be there. I really can't thank you guys enough.


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