So I woke up around 3pm, a little peeved that I missed so much golf. Luckily, all the excitement was to follow and is still going on as I type.
I realize that a lot of people think that golf is boring. I know a lot of you think sports are stupid in general. I guess I would reply with a dramatistic perspective; all of life is a drama, and if you don't think the story that's told in Tiger's shot on 16 today isn't a compelling, evocative one than I want to shake you violently.
I met Dave at the bar last night, who begged me to go to the casino with him. So I went, and we left in his car around 11pm or so. Now, our Hard Rock is not really a casino, but more like a giant building with several thousand shitty slot machines and a fairly large poker room. So we arrive, and Dave is pretty drunk, but assures me he knows what he's doing. He doesn't, really, but we get our names on the list and buy chips and somehow end up at the same table, which we really didn't want but oh well.
So we sit at this table with these guys from UF who I keep mocking and we're there for a few hours. I'm up $60 at some point, but ended up losing like 40 bucks. I finish up and leave the table, but I realize all the bars are closed. All the bars, that is, except for the nightclub (there was a bar up front I didn't know about either, but that factors into the story later). So I try to get into the nightclub but apparently I wasn't dressed trashily enough (I don't know what it is about casinos that make the women there dress like hookers, or maybe they are hookers, but... anyway, I wasn't one of the pretty people I guess, regardless of the fact I looked pretty good yesterday and was dressed well) so they wouldn't let me in. So I sat on my ass doing nothing for a while, walked around the casino, then finally convinced Dave to leave, but we didn't leave, we went up front to that other bar, but they wouldn't let us in either. Dave goes a little nuts and finds the security supervisor. I don't know what he said to the guy, but the next thing I know, we're being escorted to the front bar (he'd asked us if we wanted to go to the nightclub, but Dave said no, the dumbass) and all of a sudden we have drinks.
Dave's mouth either brings glory or ruin; this time it was glory. After another drink, the bars closed down and we went back for more poker, though I really just wanted to go home. Dave bankrolled me 20 bucks (I had plenty of money, I don't quite follow why that happened)
This story is too long. Long story short, I win Dave some money, we eat breakfast at the hotel restaurant, and I get home at 11am.