A Taste of Freedom

Kate & I were setup at St. Archer for the fourth time, but this time we weren't going home afterwards.  There was plenty of ice left in our cooler & Blake the tasting room manager had even given us a whole case of White Ales.  

After we unplugged the electric griddle & packed up the last small loaf of buttered bread, I drove my truck over the summit on 52 east to the campground at Viejas Casino.  It was our friend Emily's birthday & she wanted to spend it camping with a shuttle to a cosmic bowling alley.  

And, Kate & I were like, "That sounds like fun!"

We arrived late, after the bowling frames were complete but found a nice flat spot to pitch our tent.  It was a chilly & starry night out there around a warm campfire.

Before we broke camp & left the next day, we decided to check out the casinos All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet.  Crab, shrimp, prime rib, an omelet station, every desserts you could dream up & of course, bottomless mimosas.  

In the words of Dave Matthews Band, we ate "Too Much," & drank "Too Much," & ended up getting a room at the casino's hotel.  It wasn't that expensive on a Sunday night & it was AFC/NFC Championship weekend.  So, we laid around & watched football all day.

We each called in sick to work on the last Monday that we'd be employed there.  

And, it was Kate's birthday, so we didn't feel bad about it.  I'll still don't & neither did she.  Like she said before, "The less time I spend in that office, the better."