Some of you might remember my friend, Army Buddy. Army Buddy has been my friend since 1980 when we were temporarily stationed at Ft Irwin, CA which is a few hours north of us. Army Buddy has been a long distance truck driver since his divorce a few years ago. He and I have gotten together all over the US during our travels, and he visited us here in Palm Springs yesterday. Deb and I picked him up, and Deb said we should go to the steak house in the casino near here for dinner. What I should tell you is that this casino is an Indian casino, and I despise giving them any money at all, but I thought what the heck for dinner. So off we go with Army Buddy to Agua Caliente "The Steakhouse". What a ripoff. This place sucked so hard that it keeps California from falling off into the ocean. The steaks were $38+ which didn't include ANY side items. The side items were $7 each. Yes a baked potato was $7. The service was a joke as the waiters were pathetic and would have been fired from any other place. The food at Outback was far, far better. Gosh do you think The Big Ole Dumb Southern Boy is unhappy? Nahhh. I would have dropped my drawers and showed them my big ole hairy butt but Army Buddy was there. Of course Army Buddy has been with me a time or two in years past when I did something along the same magnitude but that was years ago, and I am now supposed to act civilized. Let's just say we got scalped. Army Buddy liked his food and went away happy so all wasn't lost. However, if you see a picture of a Big Ole Dumb Southern Boy with his pants dropped mooning the Indians' casino and money pit,you know that was me.
It rained here yesterday. Holy whampum (we do seem to have an Indian theme to this blog entry). It rains here every second Tuesday of never but it did yesterday. We are in the dern desert. I took The Puppies to the vet here and when I walked in I noticed a towel on the floor in front of the door where doormats are usually placed back home where it rains a lot. The stores here must not need doormats because it never rains but it did yesterday while I was getting scalped at the Indian beef-a-joke-a-torium. And it is cold here too. I'm still waiting for it to snow which would be a first for Palm Springs but not for unweatherly Big Ole Dumb Southern Boys. Cry me a river. Boo hoo water the flowers in front of the Indian casino.
Well that is about all that I should write today. I should get to bed and count Indians jumping over our bank account. Yall have a great day tomorrow.
Al
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