Whitey's!
March 17, 2009
Continuing my distressing thread of talking about stuff that happened a bit ago - ten days ago, by this point - I'm rambling on and on about pictures I took that day. I know it seems to be stretching out like unto endless rantery, but the simple truth is I took a whole lot of awesome pictures (at least, I thought so) so I figured I'd at least share them with you. All two of you that frequent the place, anyway.
So after we hit the Creation Museum - the actual innards to be presented to you in true Mockeryvision ™ at a later date - me and the Cohort determined that another good way to engage in birthday revelry would be to engage in sin. And not just in the nookie fashion, but since we had our fill of Jesusery (an adjective? an adverb? I'm too tired to tell) we decided it was time to be 'naughty'.
So we went gambling. Seemed perfectly sensible to me, even if they said Don't you fucking even think about taking pictures in here, or we'll string you up by your balls and snip the motherfuckers off. We'll do it, 'cause we're in the mob, bitches. I paraphrase of course, though not all that much. But we had a good time, even if I came back a bit low compared to how I went in; it happens, I'm told.
So after gambling, the two of us started making our way back the longish way because really, why not? It was a goddamn beautiful day after all, so we were just cruising along, and made our way further into Indiana. I guess that was where the 'Argosy' casino (which was really a boat, to be replaced by something that isn't really a boat but claims it is a boat - for legal shenanigans) is docked.
And naturally, we saw Whitey's. I laughed at the name on the way in, so on the way out we wound up stopping and purchasing a wacky amount of booze. What can I say, I'm easily amused, and with a name like Whitey's, how can you lose? As it turned out we didn't, save for spending more of our cash moneys on vice. And once again, I was terminally smashed up later that night come Rum 'n Coke Time ™.
Have I told you that I love the Rum 'n Cokes?
I mean, really, really love th Rum 'n Cokes?
I would almost go so far to claim they're better than sex, but... you know.
But the point is we had some Rum 'n Cokes, and one of those weird chocolate and booze things... Mudslides? I'll probably be corrected later, but I was in a happy place for hours. I managed to get smashed whilst not actually getting so smashed that I got ill. And that was impressive, for I had et a critical amount of barbecue just hours before. And hogod, that was the best barbecue I'd ever had.
Ever.
If the chance arises again later, I will go on about that. But you know, I have to get a job first so I can afford it. Grumblegrumble.