I took myself out to eat at Texas Roadhouse tonight. When I first drove through the parking lot after work it was packed, so I drove home; changed clothes and drove back. Waste of gas yes, but I found a spot and got right in.
I used to dread going places alone, especially going to restaurants. Nicer ones like that is still a little unnerving, but it’s okay once I order.
Just as I was leaving, The Gambler came on. It was Grandma Eva’s song. I wish we had something with her handwriting somewhere that said “Love Grandma” but all we have is Eva Eden. I will, mark my words, when I get under 200 pounds I will get some of the lyrics to that song tattooed on me. I think it’ll be on my right ribcage, as I want quite a bit of them… I know I want at least the first but maybe the second set.. I’d love to get “Love Grandma” under it, but I might find her signature “Eva Eden” and put it under it… I just have got to have her with me. And I hate that none of us have a card anywhere with her signature on it, anywhere.
You got to know when to hold ’em,
Know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away,
And know when to run.
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealing’s done.
Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away
And knowin’ what to keep.
‘Cause every hand’s a winner,
And every hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.
Now that’s some motivation to lose some weight; because I really want it. BAD. Off to bed, I have a book to dive into and sleep that needs had.