A Psychologist on the Loose
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More Overheard in Vegas and How to Walk a Way with Big Bucks
Dateline: By now, from reading Overheard, Pt.1, Pt.2., you know I’m working away at the Professional Bull Riders Rock Bar. I’m on a barstool slugging back coffee and tapping my laptop, surrounded by partiers who are not in Las Vegas to edit a manuscript. Periodically, one of them whacks me on the back and tells me to stop with the laptop, that Vegas is for partying. As the night continues and my ‘friends’ drink and drink, those whacks are harder and harder. I order a glass of iced wine to numb the friendly encouragement.
To make sense of the More >
Baseball, Rose Colored Glasses, and Family Stress.
Baseball, Rose Colored Glasses, and Family Stress.
Dateline: Las Vegas Paris Sportsbook International Branch Office. Just put my twenty on my team to win over 59 games this season. Usually, I put my twenty on them to win the pennant. Odds 500 to 1. I’m pretty sure the bet taker doesn’t even register my bet. The cashier merely winks at his co-workers and pockets the money. But this time I could bet only on them winning 59 out of 162 games. Happy Dance.
Loyalty is not about winning. Or depending on others, including family, to make you feel like a winner.
Stress. Bizarre Things Overheard in Las Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.6
Stress. Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.5
Remember, even discussing Stress, we need to laugh a lot. A lot.
Psychologist on the Loose.
Dateline: Second night in the Las Vegas PBR (Professional Bull Riders) Rock Bar across from Planet Hollywood. Go to Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas, Get a Grip, Pt. 5 for the particulars on this den of Vegas revelry. For now, on this second night, let’s just say, the Judy Dench Vegas woman, me, perched at the bar slugging back coffee and pinging keys on my laptop—is slightly out-of-sync with the crowd. The line for the More >
Stress. Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.5
Stress. Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.5
Remember, even discussing Stress, we need to laugh a lot. A lot. And some more.
Psychologist on the Loose.
Dateline: Las Vegas PBR (Professional Bull Riders) Rock Bar across from Planet Hollywood. Midnight on some night. There are hundreds of screaming people in here and Vegas is new and mind-blowing to these enthusiastic visitors. They jump up and scream, “Vegas!” every few minutes, just in case someone doesn’t remember where they are.
There’s a silver mirrored life size bull bucking at the entrance. In the middle of the Superdome room there’s More >
The Banquet of Consequences, Stress. Get a Grip, Part 1
The Banquet of Consequences, Stress.One
Dateline: Threadgill’s International Branch Office. Chatting with Eddie Wilson, the man who set up Willie Nelson’s First Fourth of July Picnic. At a later time, I’ll address the mental and physical reminders of that spectacular event. We could start with a study of the effects of second-hand pot smoke. But, it was Willie’s party.
Set-up: “Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.” Robert Louis Stevenson
Well, here I am at the banquet of consequences and I write about it, because, alas, I am not alone. (Here’s where you take a look in the mirror, or at More >
If You Can’t Find the Nutjob, You Are the Nutjob! Stress.
Dateline: Center Stage, HEB Grocery Store, There’s a woman over there. I think has escaped from somewhere.
Set-up: After buying supplies (Must read Nutjob, Part 1, to know exactly the list.) I stop at the end of the checkers counter and prepare to re-bag my groceries. You do that, right?
Because, you know how willy-nilly these baggers can be with their youth and devil-may-care attitude. Kids today.
That’s okay though. I don’t mind re-doing the job at the end of the counter next to the real bagger guy who isn’t, at this point, exactly my friend. (I think it had something to do More >
Pool Wars Narrowly Averted in Paradise! Stress.
Stress. Attack of the Pool Patrol Security Team!
Dateline: Los Cabos Hilton International Branch Headquarters. There was a guy checking in at the same time I was who had on a Super Bowl ring. I didn’t ask, but I did mention it to my spouse. Big mistake. For the last three days, he has pelted me for a more complete description. One more, “I know you said he didn’t have a beard, but if he had had a beard, do you think it would have been . . . would you say he was as tall or taller than that guy More >