P365 Day 8: Don't let the sun go down on me

After spending most of the day at the university, Paul and I drove to Tunica tonight to have dinner with his parents at the Fitz. (Was Fitzgerald's so difficult to remember that the casino had to rebrand itself to just Fitz?)

As usual, we kept our cash reserves low — $20 each — and stuck to the small change machines. (My theory is that if you lose all $20, but you do it at penny slots, you've maximized your dollar-to-fun ratio.) And as usual, I came out a little ahead ($5) and Paul came out a little behind (-$17.50).

After we left Fitz(gerald's), we drove to the Tunica RiverPark for some not-quite-sunset photos, then listened to The Who on our hour-long drive home. Considering the net loss was $12.50 and half a tank of gas but the gain was spending all day with Paul, I'd say I won big.

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Now, without further ado, this note goes out to the woman who was in the bathroom stall next to mine tonight:

Here are some common rules of etiquette you – and those around you — would appreciate you follow:

• Lock the stall door.
• Heck, even close the stall door. Okay, that's a start. Now a little more. ... A little more. Okay, that'll do.
  
• Don't grunt and strain quite so loud.
• Don't answer your phone while you're grunting and straining.
• Don't yell in your phone to cover the sound of you grunting. (HelloooOOOOOO!!!!!)
  
• Don't yammer about your sex life. (Don't want to picture it. Please don't make me picture it.)
• Could you at least flush? No??
• How about wash your hands? No to that too??

I felt dirty by proxy, considering the only thing keeping me safe was the one-inch divider between our stalls.

Oh, look, there I went and ruined a perfectly good picture of sunset on the Mississippi. But, come on, I had to share my grody moment with everyone.