We celebrated diversity on MLK day by spending money at a casino run by the Mohegan Tribe. That was the least we could do. It's easy, just copy and paste into my blog what my Twitter says and you already got a sentence or so.
This was the first time ever for Nina to gamble with slot machines. We bet and lost the entirety of a five dollar bill on the 1/2 cent slots within 30 minutes. She learned that all you're really doing with slot machines is putting money into a machine, press glowing buttons, watch spinning pictures stop randomly, and then leave.
The arcade was much more fun, because we're both apparently still 10 years old. We scowled at a mother and her kid as they tried to use a machine that we patiently waited to get on for 5 minutes. The nerve! Can't they see we're just adults trying to ride the virtual roller coaster!?
On the way out in the parking lot, apparently levels one, two, and three were filled to the brim, so there were people in cars everywhere driving around looking for spots. When they would spot us walking to our car, they wanted to stalk us. Not just stalk us, but roll down their windows and ask us in desperation where we're parked. One heavy-set elderly woman and her heavy-set elderly passenger yell something unintelligible at us, which seems like it was intended to be in the form of a question. Not being able to decipher this special language, we immediately reply with the word "Yeah!" I have no idea what I'm giving the "okay" for. There are a line of cars behind her, who are all not moving because she's not moving. She puts the car into reverse, not looking into the mirrors, not looking behind her, just starts going. Woman behind her looks and thinks to herself "Hey, is that woman going to stop? What the fuck is she doing?" As the car nears closer to the hood of her car, she then speaks the phrase aloud "Hey, is that woman going to stop?! What the fuck is she doing?!" A few seconds before impact, she decides the best move is to honk, since she's now deduced that this crazy lady is having a senior moment. Immediately the car halts, and I kid you not, the word come out of the elderly woman's mouth: "BITCH!!"
Really? Who's the bitch? I'm confused. No, I'm not being sarcastic, who's the bitch? Was she yelling at the woman behind her for occupying the space behind her in the crowded parking lot, as if that's not something that would normally happen? Or is it us, more specifically my wife, who a) happens to be a woman and b) said "yeah" to the question she must have asked us, "Hey, are these people behind me imaginary? And if so, it's probably safe to back up, is it not?"
Also:
Oral Surgery + Vicodin - Vicodin = Fun for no one.
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