We are finally getting rain. It hasn't really rained in, oh let's see, about a year now. As I told my staff, "It's a good thing we're in a veterinary clinic, because it's raining cats and dogs outside." They all groaned. Yeah, I know, it's a horrible joke, but I like it.
I'm gonna spend this weekend doing the "one last time" thing. As in, I'm going to go to the bar Cheers (it's not really called that, we just named it that because it's where everybody knows our name) for one last time. And the every so popular, I'm going to try not have a 5o year old woman make out with me (yeah, it's happened before to me at Cheers. Just ask Big R about what he did once he drove her home.).
Saturday night is the "let's play poker with the boys one last time" night. We have our own bad beat jackpot that hasn't hit in about a year, and we have to decide what to do with it. We have 4 options.
1. Use the money to buy alcohol and food.
2. Divide the money amongst ourselves, and add it to our initial buy-in.
3. Have a tourney, and split the money among the top 1 or 2 finishers.
4. Hire a cross-dressing midget for a couple of hours. For Big R, of course.
I think the answer is perfectly clear, don't you?
Keep on keepin' on.
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