How are you spending your weekend? 

I went to Bingo last night - didn't win anything - but I really enjoy going.  Many members of my family love gambling and I definately get it naturally.  I needed only three numbers to complete my "coverall" and win 750.00 last night, waiting with anticipation for that next number to be called out and praying I wouldn't hear someone yell out BINGO.  They did.  Maybe next time it'll be my turn. 

Samantha spent last night at her friends down in Roanoke, which worked out nicely for me because I was able to drop her off and head  straight to the Bingo game, which is also in Roanoke.  Bingo ended at 10:45 - leaving me enough time to stop and get the requested 12 pack for Kevin & I.  Kevin rents a room in Roanoke during the weekdays because he works from 4 pm to 2 am Mon-Fri and it's easier than him having to commute up and down the mountain at that hour - it's close to an hour each direction.  He lives with us on the weekends and goes back down to Roanoke when I go to work Monday morning.  So anyway - about the beer.  As I strolled down the cement hallway toward his motel room, carrying way more than I should have been, something slipped.  Smash - goes the beer to the cement, drenching me in stinky, splashy, splattering beer.  I was making quite the entrance.  Poor Kevin ended up with only a 6 pack.  

I had a few hours to wait until he got home from work and there was a punk band playing at the motel.  I decided to check them and the interesting people out.  I love to people watch and there's nothing like a punk crowd when it comes to people watching.  Who would have thought???... but this cheap motel bar had a $5.00 cover charge, hardly the type of place you would expect a cover charge, trust me on that.  I had the cash, sure, but if you know me, you know I had to talk my way around the cover charge.  I guess because I'm cute, or maybe he just was tired of listening to me, the doorman let me in for free!  I wouldn't even have gone in if I had to pay...  I went in, drank two Corona's and enjoyed the people, even if the music was a little distrubing.  Lastly, I came home to Blog.  I Blogged until 2 am or so.  

(Blog is a funny word, if you think about it.  Really think about the sound of it.... )

(I want this shirt!)

After visiting with Kevin for a few hours, eating  Burger King at 3:30 am (good for a few xtra pounds) - I finally caught a few Z's.  My Friday night in a nutshell.   

Does anyone know why "they" call it "Z's"?  Where did that come from?

Oh... and what do you think of the new look?