A good smile at the end of the day makes it all worth it...

Okay, so today was not all bad. In fact, right before I got home, two things happened to make me smile. See, last night I had a headache, and decided I didn't want to deal with the noise and chaos that is the casino, so I did not go to cash my check. Instead, I went tonight after work. Toni wasn't feeling well, so I was in a bit of a hurry as I walked through the parking structure and onto the elevator. I was followed in by two good looking men. On the ride to casino level, they struck up a conversation with me. They asked about my work, as I was still wearing the five layers of clothing that I wear to try and stay relatively warm at work. I top off all the layers by wearing a company quilted jacket. They asked about my job, and then they asked if i would like to have a drink or two with them, and gamble a bit. I commented that I work much too hard for my money to give it away to the casino, at which they said that I didn't need any money if I chose to stay and play. I smiled sweetly, and thanked them, and told them i was sorry, but I have to work tomorrow, so home was where I was heading. The more talkative (and attractive) of the two handed me his card as we parted ways. "Call me.", was written hurriedly on the back. It made my night! Of course I thanked them again, and headed onto the boat to cash my check, as they headed towards the bar. I dropped the card in the garbage at the security check point. (I do not need any more complications in my life thank you very much. But the thought was sweet, and made me feel good.) At the security check point, I started through the turnstile as usual, when I was stopped by the guard. He asked me for ID. I laughed, and asked him if he was joking. I told him I have not been asked for ID to get into the casino for ten years, at which point he said that someone wasn't doing their job. He said I was not getting on the boat without ID, because he wouldn't guess me at much more than twenty two. I laughed my ass off, and told him I think I might love him. I handed him my ID, and he just shook his head. "This isn't you.", he said. I laughed again, and handed him my work ID. I told him that was definitely me, a whole lot of pounds ago. He looked at the two pictures side by side, and then back at me. He just kept shaking his head. He checked and rechecked my pictures, comparing them against me. He swiped my ID through some strange machine that tells if it is legit. He held it under a black light to verify the watermarks. The people behind me were starting to get irritated, but I was loving it. Twenty two is a long stretch when guessing my age, but most people shave off five or six years when they guess. Six months ago, people guessed just about right. I love that I am starting to look and feel like me again. I need to start doing those silly exercise DVDs I bought. Then I will be back to the real me a lot faster, but considering that since I have started losing all the weight, I have been carded for cigarettes, at the casino, and at the bar i go to almost every weekend, I guess I can say I am doing a pretty damned good job, and be happy with myself for once. At least for a little while. That's all, Goodnight.