I packed things, lots of things, last night. I didn't practice because I felt too tired, but did download and print out some songs from the San Jose Ukulele Club web site. (I've looked repeatedly at the map, trying to figure out if there's any way I could go to their meetings, but the meeting place, like those of all the other ukulele clubs, is situated where if you don't have a car, forget it.)
I woke up in time to have coffee etc., pack a manual for a guy (I'd sent him the wrong one and fortunately had more than one of those, and more than one of the right one.) and get going for the post office.
The drop-offs went fine, and on the way back I stopped by Tom's to catch up on the latest. The inspector had come around and for some reason instead of just checking things off, has to write a report which Tom will get ... later.
I saw no signs of his usual hangers-on which was nice. No bum drama. Tom and I talked a bit and he was really keen to go to "the casino" (M8trix) and I said Fine, but I have zero money. He said he'll loan me $20 and I said that works, so off we went in his new truck.
He got Mongolian beef and I got Vietnamese pork chops which were really good, and Tom seemed to enjoy his meal. I've had Mongolian beef there and it is good.
Tom had wanted not only to eat but to watch the poker players so while waiting for our food he hung out, like a raven perched and apt to croak "Nevermore", over a busy table. At one point a guy pulled his phone out and took a picture of the cards, and then a manager or something was called over. It turns out one guy had had a "Royal Flush" which apparently is unusual. According to Tom the winner had thereby won $70-thousand-odd dollars which is a good day's work assuming he won't plow it right back in and lose it which he almost certainly will - that's how gamblers do things.
I was surprised Tom got away with his lurking right by the table as the last time I'd wandered around looking at the tables full of people and their stacks of pretty chips a big guy with a "heavy" demeanor had come over and told me I was not to hang around and I'd left. I'm pretty sure I'd been tipsy on alcohol though, plus places get used to you if you're a regular which I'd been for the free coffee and food and pints of beer in the restaurant, and a non-gambler. Those places have everyone's number. These days I go to a casino about once a year.
After the royal flush our dinners came and we ate and talked about all sorts of things. I don't think my delicious Vietnamese pork chops were too carby and I just didn't eat the big mound of rice. I offered the rice to Tom who polished his dinner right off, but he didn't want it. A "tum" as big as his is getting needs a lot of carbs to maintain, but maybe he gets 'em with beer.
(It's kind of funny, that I never gained weight from alcohol, but from food. Theoretically it's possible from beer, but fat beer drinkers are eating a lot of carb-y food too. Your street guys who are beer-alcoholics are typically thin. And I always got tired of beer, moving on to wine and then hard liquor. Regardless of the other health problems it delivers, I stayed thin as long as I stayed "keto" on vodka.)
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