Mom-Mom's Bday and Broken Arms

I went to PA yesterday to check out the new Harrah's casino that opened a couple weeks ago. It was Mom-mom's 89th birthday, so we all took a road trip. The last couple years we have been treating her to a trip to the slots to celebrate. It's getting harder and harder to have fun, because her eyesight is going, and she can't see the buttons. After playing about 50 or 60 bucks, she finally won 36, and decided to cash out. We spent a couple hours there and it was a good time. My brother's new girlfriend won 70 bucks on the nickel machines, but she put it all back in the machine. Oh well. I, on the other hand, played for about 10 minutes, didn't win one quarter, and then I hit for 22.50. I decided to stop, and overall, I won 14.50. Yay me!! hee hee. I was only planning on spending 10, so it worked out.

I think I wrote about how my mother has to wear the oxygen tube now, and she didn't go to the casino with us because there was too much smoke, and that's no good. After we spent our money, we headed to my grandmother's house to pick up Mommie, and we went to dinner. While we were eating, her machine was running low on batteries or something, so it started beeping really loud. We're fumbling around with the machine, and it's just beeping, beeping. I think people were probably looking at us, but Daddy and I were too busy trying to get it to stop. Mom-mom has no idea Mommie has an oxygen tube, so she kept saying "Your phone is ringing. Whose phone is that? Answer it!' My sister and I were laughing and trying to change the topic. Finally the machine stopped beeping, and we continued on with our meal. 10 minutes later, the same thing happened again and the machine stopped again. What a pain. I guess Mommie will have to figure out how that thing works.

Last night I headed back to DE to see my sisters and had dinner at her house. Ryan came along, and it was a good time for all. Mom-mom thought Ryan was my younger sister's husband. That was a bit funny. She kept calling Ryan, Dave.

Oh, and the big news is that on Friday night, Ryan, friends and I were out at the bars. Brian (Ryan's best friend) decided he wanted to arm wrestle someone. So he arm wrestled a really cool gay guy, and all was good. Then, a guy out of nowhere shows up and says he wants to play. Ryan sat down against the guy, and ended up breaking his arm. I think it was a hustle, but I have no idea. The guy that had his arm broken was very calm, and didn't even look hurt. He may have been wasted, but I think if your arm was really broken you would at least say 'Ow.' All he said was 'call an ambulance. My arm is broken. 'An ambulance showed up, the guy with the broken arm left, and the guy's fat girlfriend was drinking all the leftover shots that she bought once the guy broke his arm. I was standing talking to the gay guy the rest of the night because I didn't want to be associated or near any of the friends of the guy that broke his arm. They were lucky I was DD, because I know I would've been yelling at everyone if I wasn't. No, Ryan didn't give out any of his information, and no one in the bar knew what was going on except the people in our corner.

Ryan kept saying "I am an animal." All his friends are scared of the arm-breaker now.