Thoughts while waiting for the Emmys to finish so we can run a late newscast and get the heck out of here:
Wicked awesome weekend.
Friday night, Val and I drove down to Tunica for the night, not necessarily to gamble but to shop. Let's go through the checklist:
- Shop at outlet mall across the street from the casino drive. Spend so much there the prospect of gambling seems safe. Check.
- Jacuzzi suite at the Sheraton. Check.
- Blow $40 in ten minutes. Give up, curse Pat and Vanna on Wheel of Fortune game. Check.
- Invade buffet. Eat too much. Mix strange foods on multiple plates. Check.
- Watch on ESPN in horror as Red Sox choke big time against the dang Yanks. Check.
- Call room service. Don't have desserts listed on menu. Settle for inferior option and burger. Check.
- Stomach hurts all night. Check.
- Stay up too late, sleep well, enjoy room service breakfast. Check.
And today's been an even better day. The Red Sox whipped the Yanks yesterday, the weather was perfect, getting us in the mood for Autumn, 70 degrees, breezy, sunny, and even cold in the shade. It brought forth memories from my perfect childhood, and why I love the fall above all other seasons, remembering playing soccer in the mornings, golf in the afternoon or watching a ballgame, going to a Memphis game at night with Dad.
Speaking of being at work (where I missed Val's cousin Phoebe's wedding yesterday, alas), I've had to watch a lot of "COPS," and let me tell you the main lesson I've learned: When the officer asks, "Can I search your vehicle," that person is going to jail.
And for now, I'm going to do some work *cough*watchRedSoxgame*cough* and wait for this stupid awards show to give "The Sopranos" everything.
UPDATE 8:44 p.m. Monday - I'm still upset/flabbergasted/unsurprised that the Emmys made up a category to give Algore a fake award just so he would show up, they'd look hip and politically correct and Hollywood could kiss his a**. Does anyone even have that Current TV network on their cable system? At least not part of the fourth tier? It's the equivalent of giving a Pulitzer to a book that six people read - four given to them free and they only skimmed the synopsis on the back cover - and isn't available on Amazon.com.