Colorado Central Station’s lil train setup to lure traffic in,.. the snow and footprints reminds me of some kind of Rorschach test of is this or is this not a fangor beast. (galaxyquest – tim allen, sigourney weaver)
I finally got back up “the hill” and while beans don’t burn on the grill as is said in the jefferson’s theme song… this hill will gladly dryclean you of any green you have should you wish it to. No, I didn’t “Win” snaps fingers but neither did I wholly lose either.
I ‘ve been soo long away that my favorite place is years into another name/ownership. they no longer do up the seedy hot dog buffet that I saw…and I am right the soup I remember as the end all be all I easily top without trying. this doesn’t mean it isn’t good 😀 I liked it with hot tea and a Rueben…they no longer offer the corned beef and cabbage plate which is quite sad. but you have a 1/2 pound of piled high meats sandwich in front of you and you might smile none the same even thinking I sooo lost this contest.
I purposefully laid off the alcohol consumption which made the evening both cheaper overall on the wallet and my general state of affairs…. I knew I needed to cross icy streets in the dark to get home so 😀 nope, no festival.
I won a bit in fact the most on what I’d ordinarily snub, penny slots as technically they’re the tightest to the house pockets odds while quarters are the loosest….and hit the give up button at 75 smacks up off ten in. I did the absolute worst at nickel slots but the machine was the memory from forever ago when that was brand new…reel em’ in. I tried a 2 dollar job and broke even. I’d like to say the lesser lines makes for an easier to determine outcome of won or lost and in fairness less of that anoying feeling one is being nickeled and dimed to death. I won a door. the door prize was an exrra two hours there that made all the try’s however expensive happen which actually was the fun…of stepping up to an old memory. prize as well
the trip home was capped nicely off with an angry orchard hard cider as I said I didn’t need a beer to cry in even if I didn’t win but I did manage to lose my lancing stick for checking my sugar which is an annoyance… I may have a spare….I may have to make a trip. in fact if it wasn’t for food and meds the trip would have been far far cheaper…. as I’d have skipped the soup and left if I was a penny or a few bucks ahead …:D believe that?… or are you smart enough to sense bullshit?
the trip down the mountain was pleasant and reminded me of a different memory the switchbacks chasing a full moon just into new mexico from colorado.
sleepy hill smile
coyote misses his moon
I m fairly sure I chose every wish I wanted of the night asside from the luck not being more of a midas touch thing. 😀 I had some luck and cxhoices I’d make again the same way. it was nice to visit my frozen now waterfalls and still cuss I can’t snap a picture. I didn’t connect like I once did there. I remember well gambling not being there too before my drinking age. I remember when it lost the varnish too the ratio of luck to wager changed out of my price range
. I remember having a system that if I’d followed it I might have spent far less there 😉
I also made my 26 of 27 novologue insulin units on the day – which is roughly my new plan of having the easiest possible ways to remember ME. yes, I’ll take the last of it not as much as is proper correction have to get a lancer again lol but some so as to wake refreshed not floating and lethargic….hopefully. this is why I’m propbably the happiest because I went somewhere dangerous and didn’t get soaked but had a reasoned option of choices and could afford my fun even if it …is the opposite of bob seeger’s song… it wasn’t the same.