Dinhternet

Yes­ter­day… woke up to find more well wishes from peo­ple. Thanks, guys!

Took a shower and went online. Wrote a post and read some Xan­gas. Took Genie to cam­pus. James S swung by. I intro­duced him to Hus­tle and then he took me out to lunch with Peggy. I actu­ally had phở at Hoa Viet, which I haven’t done in a while. We talked for days… mostly funny sto­ries from high school. I’ll share one with you guys. And it’s not about me this time -

Oh, and I don’t know how it’s pos­si­ble, but James S has appar­ently never heard my bird crap story. When Peggy was ask­ing, he thought she was talk­ing about the New Year’s story. (Which I will save for a later post.) Man, we were an odd bunch. Thanks again for com­ing around, James S!

Back to the apart­ment… watched 24. Wrote another post. More online dilly-dallying. Then Drew called and reminded me that I was doing Bingo Night in Sac 5–10. I had for­got­ten com­pletely about it. Waited to get picked up for a while. Then Eddie C had to go some­where, so I asked him to drop me of at the MU. It ended up being Drew, Erin, Randy, and me rid­ing there. Quote comes from the drive -

Unfor­tu­nately, no, it was plain white plas­ter build­ing hid­den behind a Taco Bell/Pizza Hut combo restau­rant. And we didn’t get to meet the Bingo Shah and get our three ques­tions answered.

Mo and Willie came a lit­tle later. The project itself was pretty fun. I didn’t real­ize how com­pli­cated and high-tech bingo is nowadays.

For most of the time, we sold “flash­boards” which are kinda like scratch­ers. You can win instantly, or you can get a num­ber, and if they call that dur­ing the “flash­board round,” then you win. Mo and Willie sold paper, which is just sheets of bingo pads for peo­ple to play and mark up. Most of the peo­ple there were nice. There were a cou­ple of peo­ple who were very picky and super­sti­tious. And some there were a lit­tle grumpy. I think the worst part of it was hav­ing to sell in the smok­ing area. That room was like “con­cen­trated Reno,” to steal a line from Drew.

After we sold out our stuff, the man­ager taught us how to ver­ify bin­gos in the crowd, because the faster we ver­ify, the hap­pier all the play­ers are. And the faster every­one can go home, too.

After bingo, we stopped at IHOP on the way home after cir­cling Davis twice. Food was alright. I like Randy’s meal the best. Then we took a strange round­about way of get­ting me home. I was kinda curi­ous about why I was get­ting dropped off first, since I was in the mid­dle of every­one. Had a strange pre­mo­ni­tion as I was walk­ing up the door, because there was a car parked near our door that’s just like Diana’s car, and she had just called me dur­ing the ride back. But I just brushed it off because that car is there all the time. It looks like Diana’s, but is actu­ally a Sun­tree resident.

So I stepped inside and saw Eddie C and Joe M sit­ting around. And then every­one and my moms bum rushed down the stairs at me. Wow. Thanks, guys! That was SO not what I was expect­ing as I came home at mid­night from a ser­vice project. Then Drew, Erin, and Randy came in, too. Appar­ently they had done stuff to give away the sur­prise in front of me. But that’s OK. I was slow, and still didn’t see it com­ing. ops:

There was some singing and some picture-taking. We had cake. Peggy gave me an awe­some bee pil­low and Mom­mies (?) gave me a really cool Under­dog t-shirt! Tossed around the idea of drink­ing. But eh… Every­one went home and/or to eat. I went upstairs to chat online for a while. Not that many peo­ple talk­ingto either of us, though. Sorry again to Peggy for upset­ting you. I’m slow! So any­ways, Eddie and I watched My Wife Is A Gang­ster down­stairs. Except I passed out almost immediately.

Thanks again every­one who came by, called, or left me mes­sages; I had a great birthday!

Oh, and to Merry… no mat­ter how many times you go,

I’m never going to quote you again.