Deadwood

Made me Dead Tired. The annual Mardi Gras bash was held where Wild Bill Hickock gasped his last breath. About 21 of us headed on over for the two-day soiree. I have to say it was pretty fabulous, in part because of the above-freezing weather. It was probably about 20 degrees at night which, for us, meant no-jacket weather. Woo-hoo! By the way, I realize Fat Tuesday isn't for another 1.5 weeks, and I'm not entirely sure why it was this weekend.

Deb got a kiss from Captain Morgan, or his older brother, anyway. I got a kiss from a **ugh** soldier. Then, I got propositioned for sex while playing 3-card poker in my pajamas after far too much gin and not enough juice (or food). I not-so-politely declined the offer from the 23 year old man boy. I have no idea how much money I lost playing 3-card poker that night, nor did I have any idea how to play. I sat down at the table because I thought it was blackjack. Nope. Some nice guy from, of course, Kansas helped me out. He was a shitty card player. Needless to say, I won no money. I then managed to piss away some more money playing blackjack and slots.

Our hotel rooms were awesome. Like, third-world awesome. The two-bed rooms were equipeed with a single bed and a full-size bed (labeled as a "queen"). Deb and I could peek into HLC's bathroom, and vice versa, through a vent. We could also hear the dinging from slot machines on the floor below. I apparently slept through a sex session at about 8 a.m. from another room (HLC and her boyfriend, Jerry Bartz, swear it wasn't them). The boys stayed in a hotel across the street and, for an extra $20, they had chocolates on their pillows, turndown service, slippers and robes, and plasma tvs. I hate them.

And, finally, to make it a true sour girl weekend, I fell. Todd and I were dancing and, according to him, I tripped over a bar stool at the edge of the floor. According to me, he flung me into the band's sound board. As my mom would say, "it's a horse apiece." Actually, I have no idea if that's what she'd say because I don't know when it's appropriate to apply. It's like, "begging the question." I'm never sure when that applies. In any event, I was "awesome." Deb was awesome, too.

Overall, I'd give Deadwood 14 out of 15 paws. Next year, when I'm enjoying my turn-down service, I'll likely give it 15 out of 15 paws.