Today, as I post this, is my actual birthday. And as usual, I am celebrating it in Vegas. And as usual lately, I attended (last night) one of those crazy BSC dealers games to celebrate it, hosted by my pal Mike, who's birthday was yesterday (see here).
That was a fun time to be sure, and I will need time to write the 50,000 word post that the event deserves, so stay tuned. This post here is about the way my birthday--the actual day--got started this morning.
As usual lately, I am staying in one of those hotel/motels that has a full kitchen, off the strip. Much cheaper for me to prepare my own breakfast and lunch (and sometimes dinner) than go out for all my meals while I'm in town. And the rate is reasonable, especially for the usually overpriced weekends.
So I got to bed fairly late last night and was in the middle of a very sound sleep. when I was jarred from my bed by the sound of the smoke-detector in my room blasting away. WTF? It was about 5:15 AM!
I got up and checked around and saw no smoke, smelled no smoke and didn't see any fire either. I assumed since it was the smoke-detector--at least that's what I thought it was--and not a fire alarm, it was just my room. But as I became more and more awake, I began hearing people in the hallways leaving their rooms and talking.
So I had no choice but to throw on some clothes and get out of the room, and we all were exiting the building. The alarm was building-wide. Someone said that at the end of the hall, there was smoke coming from one of the guest rooms like nobody's business.
We waited outside for a bit and heard the fire engines coming and pulling in. Oddly, there were some people still in the lobby so I went in.
Apparently there was no actual fire. A woman had been cooking something on her stove and fell asleep. The fire department dealt with it and then put some huge fans around to clear the smoke. Within a half hour, we were back in our rooms.
Of course, it was now 5:40 AM and I was wide awake. I was just about to give up on trying to get any more sleep when, the next thing I knew, it was 10:00 AM. So much for getting much done on this birthday.
Of course, as I had rushed to exit the building, it had suddenly dawned on me that this was my actual birthday, and this was how it was starting out! This event would join my own personal birthday lore. First a casino-robbery. Then a near-arrest. Now a early morning fire alarm.
Crazy things happen to me on my birthday!
Anyway, that's all. I'm going to put some pics below that I like, because, hey, it's my damn birthday, right? These are gifts to myself, because I was shaken from my sleep at 5AM this morning and I deserve it.
The first two pics were tweeted to me by my pal Judy, who apparently thinks I'm obsessed with bosoms. I suppose she may have gotten that idea when I posted a pic of her cleavage on my blog (see here). But I remind you that she and her cleavage-mates demanded that I take and post that picture.