Pacing an entire night on a casino floor clad in brown polyester can bring really bring you down - if you let it. To pass the time and stave off cigarette-scented waves of depression, I'm starting a new blog segment called Slotservations. (Mike the Tech slaps his forehead in disgust at this poor mishmash of a pun)
Slotservations are tasty nuggets that I've been gathering like so many nuts for winter to make me feel better about myself and my situation.
Here's a few to get the ball rolling.
Far too many women wear white pants these days. I'm not talking crisp, white, respectable pants either. The offending pants I refer to are of a more spandex-like nature, and are often worn by heavier women with some form of halter top.
I find little old Asian women who wear thick, white socks with sandals completely adorable and endearing. I find strapping young black men who wear thick, white socks with sandals incredibly irritating. I don't know why this is. Is it age or race that makes the difference, and what does it say about me that I put so much stock in the socks of others?
There must be an unspoken rule that all poker players simply must represent the lowest forms of humanity possible.
I've never met a Texan I didn't like.
European men find me attractive despite my brown suit. American men find me attractive despite my brown suit, but only once they're roaring drunk. So drink up says I! *Sigh*
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