I’m back from the cruise to Ensenada. You didn’t know that I was going on a cruise to Ensenada, but you did know that I was going to Mexico. The thing about a cruise to Ensenada, you see, is that it’s much more about the cruise and much less about Ensenada itself. It’s my second(?) time there, and for those of you who have yet to make it, fear not, you’re not missing anything… unless you like to buy “authentic” mexican products at low, low prices. And tequila.

I’ve never been on a cruise before, and if this is what they are all like, I’ve been really missing out. I reached a new personal low (or “high” depending on your rating system), that I’m still trying to work out in my head; but, suffice it to say, I wish I had the chance to go back and replay the thousand opportunities where I could have asked for her number, and done so… Though that would have exponentially increased the drama level in my life, and it’s already pretty high.

Insider tip, by the way: When playing Blackjack, and the dealer suggests that you combine your bet with your down $100 friend so that some of your winning mojo rubs off on him, and you do, and you get 21 the easy way the first time, and then the hard way the second time, don’t laugh maniacally and shout “You’re a witch!” while pointing at the dealer.

Also, saying “I frickin’ love the Russian Federation!” is not an appropriate way to smooth things over with your aforementioned Russian dealer… but it sure is hilarious.
Up $260 for the weekend.

.: Can You Pass 8th Grade Math?. I can, thankfully. 10/10