We wandered the Hilton hallways for a bit after the ice cream shop visit was done. Weird side note. They, the ice cream shop employees, closed the security gate without warning any of the patrons of their establishment. They actually closed it between a father and his young son, who then began to wail at ear piercing volumes because he wanted his father. Understandable of course.
We wandered a bit and then it was “pumpkin time” for Mrs. Shiney. We bid them adieu and just in case I didn’t get to say good bye I gave then the freaky love dog shakearoo. Once again Mr. Shiney was unnerved at his loss of footing upon terra firma, and that does I have to admit encourage me at times. Mrs. Shiney giggled like a little school girl and then it was time for them to sleep. During our good byes a younger girl with beautiful eyes came up and began to chat about bots and EQ1 and all. After we bid adieu to her and to the Shineys en masse, we wandered through the clinging and clanging of the casino. As we were hanging out there, a girl came up and began to ask about gaming and what the convention was and what we were doing. Then she asked if we wanted company. I had no idea what she was talking about and then realized that she was talking about Company with a capital….er…capital. We both said no, almost in tandem and I’m sure with a slight tremolo to the voice, and she moved on. Later I saw her talking to a lad in the corner. I hope she was safe and sane in her job. She also had gorgeous eyes. The cosmic Bruthah knew, so he said, what she was about but I had absolutely no clue.
We wandered a bit around the casino, then decided to mosey on over to the hotel we were staying at and played penny slots till our brains exploded. There we met a couple of guys that were at a postal convention for the non government postal services. He was what is called a moto photo journalist, which I guess involves motorcycles, photography, and journalism. From him I got the angle for the magazine circuit and what will pay for what. 25 cents a word for freelance and a dollar a word for larger publications. After reclaiming my mouth from the floor, I was ready to start writing for the New York Times, though I’d be surprised if they ever printed my musings and random recollections. Though they may some day, depending on the popularity of the book, whenever that thing gets released. He was doing a story on the west coasts piers and doing it from the back of a motorcycle, which really is the way to go. We chatted for a bit, then the bruthah and I moved on through the casino. We meandered a bit around the floor, played a few games, but didn’t go too crazy.
