Now that is living....

I think I may not be home as much as usual this weekend. It is about time, to be honest. I need to get out more. Too many hours of Text Twist and/or any game I play with Corey is just not good for the brain. Last Friday, Brad (from work) asked me to go out to the bar with him. I reminded him that being an old married woman means I should at least give the hubby some notice before going to the bar. I figured he would forget all about it, but yesterday he asked if we were on for this Friday night. I think I will go. A few Jack and Cokes will do me some good. Then, Todd (also from work, also Toni's son) asked me if I want to go to bingo with him this Saturday. It seems his girlfriend doesn't much care for bingo, and has refused to go. Again, I think I will go. Bingo is not just for the gray hairs anymore. Hell, I may even win some money. It certainly is much cheaper than spending my money playing the slots in the casino. Speaking of casinos, when I was at Ameristar last week cashing my check. (It is much closer than my bank, and is open when I get off work.) I decided to drop ten bucks in the slots on my way out the doors. (I did not win.) On my way to my favorite quarter machine, (I like the dollar slots better, but I am not a rich girl.) I passed the craps table. That looks like so much fun. One of these days I will get brave and attempt to play craps. In fact, I have added "spending a hundred dollars on one roll of the dice" to my list of things I will do before dying. I even went so far as to ask about how the game is played, and stayed to watch for about fifteen minutes. The staff at Ameristar is very helpful. Some guy in a suit just showed up, out of nowhere, and handed me a brochure with all the rules of craps. (You can't get much more helpful than that.) But back to that list of things to do. The list is not very long right now. I guess that is because I am still just young enough that I still believe I just may live forever. (Okay, I really do not believe that, but it would be a comforting thought.) So my list is not very long. It includes such things as skydiving (just once, because really why jump out of a perfectly good airplane.), swimming in the Pacific again (my father called and told me about how he had just come back from Venice Beach, the asshole), swimming in the Atlantic (I have never even seen the Atlantic ocean except on television, and really how sad is that.) , driving a car at over one hundred miles per hour (For many of you that is nothing new, but I am a good girl and always obey the speed limits. Well, almost always.), swimming with dolphins, and making love to a certain someone who is not my husband. (Now, before you get all freaked out, I will wait until either 1.) The hubby divorces me 2.) The hubby dies or 3.) The hubby and I have a life altering experience that somehow changes our entire set of morals and we suddenly become swingers and/or decide that what we really need to spice up our lives is for me to be able to have two hubby's.) I don't think that last one will ever happen, but let a girl fantasize, damn you. See not an overly long list. I think I will get to experience five out of the six at some point. I do not think I am asking for too much out of life. Just a few small pleasures. But I do think that the older I get the less likely I am to do any of these, so maybe I should just start planning them now. I am thinking I could maybe even combine some of them to get them done and over with. Perhaps, I could skydive into the Atlantic near a group of dolphins off the coast of North Carolina, where I could pick up the man who is not my hubby and drive very fast to Venice Beach stopping in Vegas to shoot some craps on the way. Wow, now that would be living. That's all, Goodbye.