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We just had Sunday Supper. It was great. A piece of tilapia and a stuffed portabella mushroom cap. Back in college my friends would call me the kitchen Macgyver. At the risk of dating myself I was and still am very proud to have the moniker. But something has changed. I can afford better ingredients.

Instead of trying to fed us with a pack of ramen noodles, a bag of mini-carrots and a can of tuna, I can go out and get whatever I want. But I must admit. I do love to skip the recipes and clean out that bottom drawer in the fridge instead. Old habits die hard I guess.

OMG! Strange weather in New Jersey this week. What I have noticed here is that it only rains for a day and then the following day is beautiful. But I could be wrong. I'm inside a casino high on scotch and pumped oxygen most of the time. But I haven't seen the sun in a week and I am feeling it. 

How is anyone still alive in London? If I could stay awake long enough I may consider taking a header of London Bridge or doing some Jack the Ripping myself. Sheesh. My sleep is off, my brain is as foggy as the atmosphere, and mood is crashing faster than the Ocean Waves.

But on the flip side it is the Garden State. In the same vain as how dog lovers consider October through April "Beach Season" because our dogs can go on the beach. My garden buddies are thrilled. So hopefully my vitamin D deficiency can be countered by a fill of organic antioxidants.  

After I picked up from the poker table today with my huge, giant, 3-digit win. I proceeded to check the kiosk for my comp situation and in my account was a match play. Now if you don't know what that is. In short it is a piece of paper that acts as a second chip to the one I put up for a wager. I bet five. If I lose, I lose five. But if I win the dealer gives me ten bucks because of the match play. Get it?

Ask a gambler and he or she will tell you that it is a huge advantage that should never be missed. Ask a cheap chicken like me and I define it as a tactic for the casino to get five bucks from me on the casino floor that I am never on in the first place.

But today I won. I walked around. Found the only no minimum table on a crowded Friday night. Checked the results board and noticed this wheel was favoring red. I put my chip and my little piece of paper on red and won! Bam! If it were only that easy.

Then I thought to myself it could be easier. Basically we gamblers like to peel the bandage off slowly. A pass bet on craps can take forever to pay out. The roulette wheel spins and spins trying hard to zero out my 50/50 (not really) wager. And a football game is just a stressful, three hour coin flip when you get right down to it. No? Maybe we could turn this economy around and save some effort and electricity here in AC if we just stood around a fire flipping coins. Heads? Tails? Buffet. Oh my.

The one thing that is strange about living in a high rise is that in your personal home you daily literally run right into strangers. Then comes the big decision. To talk as you pass in the hall, to nod, or to just walk on by.

It's breaking 50/50 so far with the senior circuit in my building. I've gotten interviewed in exchange for a full life story by some residents. While the other half of them just stare at me with "there goes the neighborhood" amazement that I can afford this place. Welcome to the new economy pals.

I said hello to an old guy who walked into the gym and I got nothing. There was no mistake. We were the only people in there. I know he heard me. But he just decided to invoke his rights as a senior in America. "I fought in the Korean War." "I'm tired." "I'm not talking to you hippie." 

It's much like what Jerry Seinfeld said about the silver set not looking before they back out of their driveways in Florida."I'm old. And I'm coming back." But there is not way that my old people are EVER going to leave the close proximity to all this gambling and buffets.

So did you see it? Did you go see the Entourage movie based on my review? Am I like Oprah? Can I make you do things? Can I?