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Good morning everyone.  I have been awake for a couple of hours now after a nice long nap that began at 8:00 p.m., so this is as good a time as any to do my ramble.  Saturday had me working until about 4:00 a.m. as usual, and after getting some gas and groceries, I planned on going to sleep so that I could catch my nephew's 9:00 a.m baseball game in town.  That was my PLAN...  Mix in the crawfish boil that was scheduled to take place during the afternoon (Note:  I LOVE crawfish), along with the 60% chance of rain that was forecast for San Marcos, America on Sunday (which was supposed to be really heavy between 10:00 a.m and noon), and yesterday had the makings of a potentially interesting day.  What I didn't count on was the fact that I was going to be unable to fall asleep or that AMC was going to be running a 'Mad Men' marathon.  Guess who ended up watching 4 straight episodes of 'Mad Men' from 5:00 a.m to 9:00 a.m. (after having seen maybe 20 minutes of the show EVER previously)...  With the forecast and overcast conditions when I was finally able to fall asleep, I didn't feel too guilty about my nephew's baseball game because it looked like they were going to be rained out.  I ended up sleeping for about four hours, looked outside, and it didn't look like a single drop had fallen at my place...  I logged onto facebook, saw that the crawfish were boiling, and off I went a half-hour later.  The next 6 hours consisted of me getting 8 to 10 crawfish at random intervals, and enjoying what turned out to be a great day for any event in San Marcos, being mostly overcast with no rain, and with plenty of food and beverages to go around.  I was teased by the last twenty minutes of a 'Mad Men' episode when I woke up a few hours ago, but I am now stuck with watching 'ET' as I get into this ramble.  One of my friends who was at the crawfish boil and who I work with gave me a story to pass along for the blog...  This one falls under the category of knowing or coming across those people in life who are allegedly experts or authorities on a subject, but then the more that you talk to them...  :)  First I should tell you that my friend is from New York originally and that this is very obvious to figure out just by talking to him.  Texas has had no influence on his accent...  It seems that he was at a local coffee shop recently and was having a conversation with a guy that was TELLING HIM all about how things are in New York and New Jersey...  My friend was a little confused by some of the things that he was hearing, and so he asks the guy when he had last been up to New York.  The guy responds be saying, "oh, I've never been to New York..."  :)  (At this point I wish that I had been there to see the look of my friend's face...).  Well, my friend then proceeds to ask the guy if he has ever been out of the state of Texas, to which you can probably guess by now was met with a reply of "no..."  Hmmmmm....  At work on Saturday night we had a balloon drop for the group of bands that were performing, and after the drop some of the patrons started tapping the balloons around the venue like they were playing volleyball.  One of the balloons ended up floating down and bouncing off the head of one of the young ladies who was focused on the performers up on stage, and she ended up reacting to it like she was being attacked by a bat...  :)  The countdown for my probable return to Las Vegas, America is now at 3 1/2 months, so if anyone knows of any potential job opportunities, or of someone with some cheap space to rent, let me know...  ;)  I'm going to stop rambling now so that I can try to figure out some remedy for my fantasy baseball team that MIGHT HAVE had a .200 batting average this past week.  Have a great day and I'll be back with another poker story for ya on Wednesday...