Grandma is visiting from The South this weekend. I went to my parents house and tried to convince my grandma to go to a male strip club and get tattoos with me. She said no, something about blood thinners and a husband. We ended up getting awesome ribs at Exsenator’s, an awesome little rib place with a bullet proof cashier window and no indication of being opened or closed from the outside.
Then we went to the casino in Joliet, aka the shiniest saddest place on earth. I love the people playing multiple slot machines at once. Like something in them is screaming “Not losing money fast enough!” The casino got rid of the coins so no more fun piles of dirty fake coins coming out, now you just get a slip of paper. The machines still make the coin noise which really confused grandma. The combination of smoke filled air and oxygen tanks was a little disturbing, we didn’t stay long and I didn’t lose money!
Then back to my parents house to watch Bridget Jones Diary which just seems like an ad for marriage. Not that I need any encouragement with my grandma hinting that I am not as old as the girl in the movie but still old enough to get married.
And I have to do this again on Monday.