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WPBT Memories: Part 1

Sorry for the delay in the planned trip down memory lane. One, it’s a been absolutely crazy… like all year. Two, I may have gotten lost in a “find a new WordPress theme” rabbit hole for a day or two. I am notoriously picky about them. And then when I find one, inevitably it won’t install for some reason.

But as part of trying to install one, I had to search the ole Google archives for an access code, and in that process came across a comment from Betty that made me pause and trace back the source. Laughter ensued, which isn’t surprising given that the story involves some of my most favorite people.

I don’t even know what that means, but I love it!” and “Head Games

[As a side note: I don't really recommend searching the GMail / Chat archives too much. If anyone needs me, I'll be over in this corner punishing myself for multiple accounts of stupidity]

Lost Vegas is Waiting

I often get weird looks from people when I mention that I’m planning my annual trip to Vegas with “100 of my closest friends” or that I’m, oh, headed there mere days after getting back from Hawaii. Little crazy? Maybe. But the allure of Las Vegas and the things it represents to me is not an easy phenomenon to explain. Likely you’ve run in to this problem yourself, trying to relay to your spouse or boss just WHY it’s so important that you be there.

I no longer am going to try to explain. Instead, I will simply refer all those curious to Pauly’s fantastic new book. It’s all there – the good, the bad, the ugly, the crayon-eating. To really “get” it; you have to live it and Pauly certainly has. Lucky for us he has retained some amazing memories and stories and possesses the skill enough to weave them together into a highly entertaining read. I can’t recommend the book enough. I devoured it in just two days.

Even those of you who’ve been reading Tao of Poker for years now will find something new in the book. Hell, I was actually there for some of the things he writes about and had completely forgotten them myself. Thankfully now instead of trying to explain why remembering something like “Clown vs. Cowboy” made me burst out laughing on the beach, I can just hand over the book and say “Read this. Start here.”

Go now and get your copy. You’ll not be disappointed.

If you have this plant, kill it.

Was house sitting for a friend this past weekend; leaving my dog Vegas in the care of my parents to run around with their dog Rocky II and get in to all sorts of trouble and have fun. Before leaving for the beach Saturday I swung by to say hello, get jumped on and have my dress muddied, and take mom to get nails done. Made a run by the bank where I took some cash out and was disappointed to find that the teller gave me fifties. Wasn’t there a note on my account or something? Debated going inside and exchanging them out, but the beach was calling, and really – it’s a superstition. I mean come on. I could break them quickly. Buy a bottle of water or something.

I still have them.

Easter Sunday, sporting a SMOKIN’ sunburn with convertible seatbelt tanline I head to the parents for dinner. I notice Vegas is absent from the greetings and am told he ate a plant in the backyard that my father had dug up, then threw up a little after. Oh, that crazy Vegas. Always something with him, right? Still, odd for him to not rustle from his bed upon hearing my voice… I went to check on him and find he’s been sick again. Throw out the bedding, clean him up and the cage. He’s got zero energy and just lays on the living room floor. It’s at this point that we begin to wonder… perhaps that plant…?

I grab the iPhone and hit the Googles and then panic. The plant is a Sago Palm – and if you have one, get rid of it immediately. In our case, it was a gift from our landscaper – no one knew how toxic they are to pets and children. Fatality rate ranges around 70%. We took Vegas to the vet immediately, where they were optimistic due to him having done his part on getting it out of his system so quickly, but still cautioned on the roller-coaster ride most people go through with pets who have ingested these plants. Apparently they’re quite common in Houston – vet had just seen 3 cases in the last week. I was too scared to ask the outcome.

I joke that Vegas has a stomach of iron; I’m hoping that he’s also got a liver to match AlCantHang. So far it’s promising – his first blood tests had him in completely normal range, second one today were only a little bit higher but that’s normal given the IVs he’s been on. Took him in for another round of IVs today and he’ll do another round of test tomorrow. Apparently if that comes back normal, he’s good. I imagine I’ll insist on another one just to be sure. I’m pretty much eating Ramen for the next two weeks anyway.

And those fifties? Breaking them on the first beer vendor I see at Minute Maid tonight.