the weekend was filled with good, cheesy gambling fun, many cosmos, and lots of sleep.

i learned to play craps and sparky and i made enough to cover dinner and souvenirs after a few hours of fun. yup, we rock!

but the oddest incident of the evening?

after a few drinks at the craps table i made my way through the throngs of bedazzled seniors and trampy bachlorettes to the ladies' room. the giggles and shouts were bouncing off the tiled walls and even the stalls seemed to be blinking and ringing.
i manuevered myself into the second stall (it's a thing. i'm a second stall person. call it a quirk.) and i hear a loud thumping on the door.
a little confused i listened for a second. i am not big on "sparing a square." i'm more of a pee alone gal.


"hon," i hear in a raspy, well-smoked voice, "is there a drink in there?"


confused i look around a bit. not a big area so i immediately notice what looks to be a white russian sitting atop the sanitary napkin disposal bin...yeah.


"um. yes..." i answer, unsure of why anyone would want to know.


a wrinkly, overtanned arm complete with many bangles thrust through underneath the door.
"pass it on out here, would ya hon."


um. ew. drinks are free while you are gambling. why, why, why would you stick your hand in where someone was peeing to retrieve a drink. from. a. bathroom. stall. i was peeing!


but hey, when in ac. so i passed the drink out to the very thankful and very odd woman and she went on her merry way.


that's me. the peeing bartender.