Non-Triumphant return
Got back from Connecticut last night after a weekend of fun times in new and exciting places. We arrived on Friday night sortof late and went back to the house and had some cocktails. A word of advice, just because they're making drinks with scotch, "Scotch on the Rocks" isn't really a delicious sipping beverage. I sipped and smiled and repressed all common sense just to be rid of it. I guess it goes back to my desire to finish whatever task or food is put in front of me. I've been meaning to fix that about myself for a while now. On Saturday we went to a British Tea Room and paid a pretty penny (Shilling?) for various delicious teas and finger sandwiches. It was all pretty good though too much tea coupled with the stiff drink the night before and plenty more wine/not enough water over the course of the weekend helped to give me some mad-constipation last night and today. There's a point where you know just a little more effort could either free you from your porcelain prison or rupture you internally and I walked that line for an hour or so last night and was left feeling just horrible. I remain in torment, but I shall overcome. Not by force, but by patient opposition. I shall overcome.
Gonna set my soul on fire
My first casino experience, at the Mohegan Sun Reservation Casino, was a fun one, though certainly not profitable. I lost all my money to the quarter slots, but "all my money" was $3 and I got 2 free white russians out of the deal, so I chalk that up as an overall win. They even had some slots based on the "Press Your Luck" gameshow from ages ago. That's the one with the "Whammy" who would take your money if you landed on his picture. I played it a few times but didn't get to see the whammy take my cash away, just the grim face of lady luck or Ms. Rand M. Chance. It's hard to see how video-slots can even begin to be non-rigged though. At least mechanical ones require a bit of mechanical skill to rig, but any fool with a $5 "Algol for dummies" book can rig a computer program.
Mystic Ships
The next day (Sunday) was spent seeing the old harbor town of Mystic Seaport (home of Mystic Pizza, which is a movie I never saw). We walked around viewing old ships and old houses and the like. It was a good time, but I just appreciated hanging out with ERica and her mom and seeing the sites. They were both worried that I wasn't having a good time, but I was. Being under-responsive to things is just the curse I was born with or else bizarrely conditioned into at some point in my life that I've probably repressed. I seem to remember being in 6th or 7th grade and crying about something and having my dad tell me to stop, but I might have just dreamt that. The point is, I'm level headed, calm, and logical and as a result, I'm no good at being convincingly emotional. Everyone thinks I'm joking. Yes, It's frustrating. After the seaport we hurried home to get ready to go, drank some wine and ate ANOTHER delicious meal made by Erica's mom, before heading to the airport only to have the gifts that we bought at the seaport (two butter spreaders) stopped at the gate and sent home with Erica's mom to be mailed to us.
Go Company Go!
The 'meeting' this morning at the football arena was sortof like a corporate pep-rally. Team leaders got up and cheered the accomplishments of the past quarter and emphasized the importance of improving areas that were not-so-hot in the past. There was a "Most Patriotically Dressed" contest too, but I don't have email yet, so I hadn't planned far enough ahead so that I could win it. We all know I would've. I felt bad all day too, but that's been covered in a previous paragraph, and for the record, I'm still in agony.
Closing Arguments
This is pretty unrelatted to anything, but I've been thinking about the differences between people and their beliefs. The whole correlation between religion and republican has always baffled me, seeing as a lot of organized religion is used as a shield for selfish and nefarious deeds, but that's always been the way. You talk to some old people who are just as sweet and nice as can be, but when it comes to issues involving natural human rights and equality they seem to become vile and self-serving to a major fault. Sometimes racism and sexism are justified by a "they're from another time period" type of argument, and sometimes this outlook assuages me, but only because I find myself LOOKING FORWARD TO THEIR DEATHS, saying things like "Well, they'll be gone soon, let them think that way". I know I can't really think that, but maybe I just need some excuse for my NOT arguing against their discriminatory behavior. Maybe I'm from a different time period too, and I've been conditioned to believe in some bizarre ideal that the left-wing media wrote in blood taken from their bleeding hearts, but I can't believe that. Equality is an ideal dreamed up at least as far back as 1776 and the constitution and declaration of independence may have been written by people who didn't practice pure equality but they did found a country on it. So, in closing, I help make the world a perfect place, and I have to start with myself. So, I want to retract any ill-feelings I have towards mean stupid jerks. Besides, they keep replicating and I just can't wait for their kids to pass-on too. Oh yeah, and Jesus was a communist. I think my dad told me that one too, unless I had a whole series of strange Dad dreams.
