Wednesday, March 6, 2013

An evening at the casino. Nearly made it to the elevator when...





An evening at the casino. Nearly made it to the elevator when we ran into these clowns.


Boy oh boy do things devolve in a hurry out here.


Shortly after this Bubba (not pictured, but imagine someone named Bubba [aka The Hoosier]) invited some ladies of the night to our table.


I wandered off at that point and ran into two co-workers wandering the slots.


We then found Tyrone (aka Tbone) Washington playing roulette while drinking a goblet of vodka with what I believe was a post-op special friend. (Not judging, just stating facts.)


Soon after I found Jeremy (aka Jerome, aka twinkle wheel) losing at blackjack with Mike (aka BLAMMO). They were alongside a NBA agent and a larger than life Southern Arkansas good old boy. No one was doing too well.


I watched for a while and wondered about life and the choices we’re faced with.


Surreal.


If I learned anything… It is that nicknames permeate the industry I work in. And apparently many enjoy the company of professionals of all makes and models.




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