So, finally back in TN *yay* and it was great to see everything again. The trip here was an interesting one.
First, I stopped in Vegas for a little three card poker tournament (hardly anything you can call real poker). Three rounds, three thousand chips each round. They take your top two round scores and combine them for a grand total. First round, made a few thousand dollars (not enough since a couple people were in the high tens of...), second round was a complete bust, and then came the third round. Ended up with quite an audience towards the end. Most people had already been knocked out, and there was only one other person left standing at my table. My last few hands had consisted of: straight, straight, nothing, nothing, straight, flush, flush, flush. Three straights and three flushes over eight hands, it was nuts. Made myself over twenty thousand chips easily. Final hand came up, and I needed $37,000 to qualify for any prize money. Naturally, I went all in, no choice in the matter. The only thing I needed was a queen high to walk away with at least $2,500 in prize money. Not even a pair, a queen high would have brought me a 1:1 chip payout and a sixth place win. Another flush would have put me in first place and ten grand in winnings.
Closed my eyes and just listened for the yays or awwws to tell me what happened. Had an audience of about seventy or eighty people at that point, and there was this long collective groan in the group. Opened my eyes...eight, ten, jack with the eight a different suit. One card off of a straight and first place win, one card off of a queen high and a sixth place payout win, and one suit off of a first place win as well. No such thing as close enough in cards. The guy at the table with me qualified with his hand, but he had so little to bet it didn't make a difference, he still came up short to place. So, lost a bit at the tables in between rounds, made a lot of it back in roulette, spent that and then some on gas money getting here.

In Houston, went rock climbing at the gym, saw a couple of friends. Dislocated my shoulder on a dino when my chalk bag caught a hold during the jump and yanked my back to the wall, banged my neck on a hold and gave myself a bruise that looks like a hickie. But I made the route the next day, so it was worth it.
Almost died in Mississippi (I think it was Mississippi, I had been through a lot of states that day). A pickup tapped my mirror on the left, reacted by swerving and caused a spinout. He spun in front of me, forcing me to jerk to the right and slam on the breaks. This put me into a series of spins heading to the right of the freeway. There was only a few inches of grass after the road ended before a couple hundred feet or so steep drop. I went into the grass still spinning. My left front tire ended up going over the edge, and the entire car dipped down. Thankfully I still had momentum and I spun backwards until my tire hit the edge and bounced back over. I stopped sideways against the edge facing backwards from my original direction. Looking out, I couldn't even see the lip of the drop, so I climbed out the passenger side. Walked around, and there was not even two inches of grass between me and the edge. Less than two inches between me and death, it was just a little scary. Slowly pulled away from the edge (the pickup had stopped its spin in the middle of the freeway, peeled a u-turn and taken off in a hurry) and turned the car around, found the next place to pull over, and just stopped the car and let myself relax for a few minutes before I felt straight enough to drive again. With five or six spins, there was a lot of time to just hold on to the wheel and think, "Well, so this is how and when I'm going to die. Didn't even make it home and see Laura first, damn." I had actually tried guessing how many spins until my car went over the edge. Too close, and it took way too long for my car to finally stop. Thankfully I had passed the torrential rain area I had been in just a few hours prior, so the road was dry. Otherwise that would have been it for this guy.
And then, I made it home with nothing else happening. Just boring from there on out. Got in, place was empty, so I went to bed.