Just finished dinner. We asked the waitress what the GC was good for and she replied "looks like everything, I say take them for all they're worth". On J&C 5, 4 glasses of wine for Mrs. SLB plus a sampler of every appetizer, cauliflower and curry soup and braised pork stomach. O.M.G. I may be outside right now engaging in illegal active.
After I posted this it was J&C, HB J&C, HB, J&C, HB, cab. The HB helped considerably because I literally felt like I had consumed an 8 ball and was now out of stuff. The waitress said she would get and 18% tip on the bill that I estimate at around $350 but I gave her the $50 I won on the boat anyway.We headed down to the stadium and as expected, it was insane. INSANE. It took us almost 40 minutes to get a beer and you couldn't even get inside a bar. Thankfully, right outside under the train tracks somebody had a flat screen in the back of their Explorer so we crashed that. I think three trains went by during the course of the game and their whistle served as an aphrodisiac for and bumping crowd. We made some new friends and I consumed the beers we bought rather quickly. I was a bit concerned about the (lack of) alcohol situation and that's when I spy some guy walking by me carrying a case of Bud 2x4's. I asked him if they were for sale and he said no. I offered him $20 for one and he countered with $5. We ended up settling for 2 for $20. He and his buddy ended up watching the next 4 innings with us and we helped them drink the rest of their beer.

It was now the eighth inning and we're dry again so I tell Mrs. SLB to go show her boobs or something and get us some beer. She takes off and three minutes later comes back with four beers. Oh hells yes. Turns out she just wedged up in line at the beer booth and just grabbed four beers from the trough and walked away. God I love her.
After the Cards won, well, things just got even crazier. Hot broads ripping their tops off, people dancing on cars & I got
at least 3 beer baths. Mrs. SLB wanted to go in the stadium so we did and we nearly got crushed to death. That's when I somebody grabs me around my neck to which I naturally put my right hand on my money and cocked my left ready to hit. Turns out it was a cousin of mine in from out of town. Him his brother and my aunt & uncle were staying at the Lumiere so we decided to walk there. However there were so many freaking people we lost them all but my aunt. Mrs. SLB was now holding on to my belt and holding my aunt's hand scared she was going to lose us. This was a bad plan because I'm a fast walker and feel at home in chaos. She fell a couple of times and almost face planted another because I pulled her down due to my quick pace.
The casino was so packed they were turning people away. Now there's something I thought I would never see. So we head to the Burger Bar to see if we can get a seat there and my aunt can find my uncle and sons. The hostess was this smoking hot black chick and was quite smitten with her until she said there wasn't any tables and pointed to the long line of people waiting in front of us. I slipped her a 20 and some money and we were seated a minute later much to the chagrin of the other waiting patrons. #### it is fun to be me. We found my other cousin but were still down one uncle, one cousin. I think I had another 4 J&C's and figured it was time to call it a night after Mrs. SLB returned from the restroom and said it was packed with hookers doing blow. GAME ON!!!
Mrs. SLB and myself headed out to the front of the casino to grab a cab and there was a Halloween party breaking up. There were several dozen 20 something chicks dressed in slutty costumes which was a really cool bonus. Now, getting a cab in St. Louis generally sucks but after game 7 of the WS with several hundred thousand people in town, impossible. Mrs. SLB was wearing boots/heels and was already about to die from our previous walk so hoofing it back to the hotel wasn't an option. So I did what any good husband would do on a epic night and leaned up against a post grinning ear from ear smoking a number as Mrs. SLB tried to flag down a cab. She was a good 20 yards away from me and some guy wearing a Texas hat was walking up the street and two guys in Cardinal garb start yelling smack at him. Mrs. SLB took exception to that and told them to knock it off. Love her. These gentlemen didn't want to hear it however and started yelling ban worthy things at her. I put my smoke out and walked over to them still grinning ear from ear and put one arm around each of them. I laughed and said the one on my left "you just called her #" and then looked to the one on my right and said "and you just said "#"? They both start cracking up and I say "you know who that # is? that's my wife." They then noticed I wasn't smiling anymore. It was like the bar scene in A Bronx Tail. These guys went from laughter to sheer terror. I let them beg for my forgiveness and told them to GTF out of my sight immediately.
But there we are still cabless and it's 2:30. Mrs. SLB sees a minivan cab and basically jumped in front of it. It was full of 20 something kids but she insisted that they share it with us. Did I mention how much I love her? They actually had to have a couple of people sit on others laps, sadly not mine, to make room for us. As the cab pulled away the driver pops in Don't Stop Believing in the CD player to which we all sang/screamed on the way to our hotel.
EPIC