All Things Profane and Sacred

I had a busy weekend somehow. Warning: long rambling post ahead.

We scored some sweet free tickets to go see Ron "Tater Salad" White. J's kung fu instructor's second job is working on staging, and J happened to mention that we saw a very funny guy named Ron White on comedy central who was on blue collar tv, but who was funny anyway, and J's kung fu instructor said, "No way-he's doing a show this Saturday at Spirit Mountain Casino-I can get you comp tickets if you want." Mr. Kung Fu thought it was funny because there's never been anyone at the casino that anyone he knew wanted to go see bad enough to drive down. I thought it was funny because the tickets were $45 each and the show was sold out and here us poor folks got to pick up our free tickets at a special table next to all the people sitting around waiting to buy any overflow seating.

Casinos kinda depress me for some reason. I was also pretty surprised that you guys in Oregon let kids in your casinos-not necessarily on the floor, but everywhere else was pretty full of kids (even at 11pm when we got done). Anyhow, I was thinking that we could score some cheap drinks and eats when we were out there, but food and drink was horrible expensive so we just ate quick at the grill and got out of there. I always though food, drink and lodging at casinos was inexpensive (all the more reason to gamble my pretty), but apparently I was mistaken, at least in this casino.

Meh-I've never been a gambler anyhow-I'm way to cheap. My grandpa used to call it "giving money to the relatives." I've never quite gotten why people try to guilt Indian tribes for making money off casinos. Like they're going to be all, "Jeez, you're right. The few gambling addicts who ruin their lives and reputations are an excellent reason to go back to abject poverty and unemployment. And we totally forgive you for all the smallpox blankets and stuff."

Anyhow, getting back on track. We also made it down to Saturday Market this weekend. J just got a nice Christmas bonus, so he gave me some money to buy Christmas presents with. I've got a box to send home full of good stuff for all.

I've also got a box of baked beans ready to go off to Switzerland. I learned this summer that my friend in Switzerland can't get canned baked beans there, and she loves them. They are like candy to her. Since she has scored me lots of Swiss Chocolate, I figure she has some beans comming. I just don't want to have to write "canned baked beans" on the mailing contents slip.