Had a late night playing poker last night. I did pretty well and then rode my bike home through the gauntlet of cruisers in the park at two in the morning. (What, it was on my way, a little late night theater is always fun.) It'd be a little frightening if I didn't know they were just looking for sex.
Do you think it suggests I have a gambling problem that the hotel comped me four nights in July? Actually, I've never been comped before so it was rather exciting to receive that offer. I'm giddy as all getout for the upcoming annual Vegas junket with Rebekah.
What else? I turned in my last evaluations this week and completed all my paperwork, so I guess I'm officially off until mid August. I just do a little tutoring on Mondays and that's it. All week, the permagrin on my face is getting broader and broader. Off, off off, nothing better than being off! I'm trying not to gloat about it (oops too late) but it's truly a wonderful thing.
I'm reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad right now (thanks Donna) and I'm really happy to see that I have more qualities of the Rich Dad. Unfortunately spouse is Poor Dad all the way. I see that they have it translated in French, but I don't know if foisting it on spouse will have any impact. (ie he won't read it)
Finally a nice weekend here, and just in time, the international fireworks competition starts tonight and the whole city is going to come out. Tomorrow it's supposed to be over 30 (90) degrees! Until then, peace. (well after too)