I am about to make you privy (heh, heh, I said privy!) to some classified information. Keep this under your hat, with the cat safely ensconced in its bag, right there under the rug, with the key thrown away after turning the lock.
Val and Hick are planning a gambling getaway.
It wasn't even MY idea! My sister the ex-mayor's wife suggested it. Not that she's providing my bankroll, of course. This is a trip that Sis and the ex-mayor have taken before. And since we pass right through that area on the way to visit The Pony, we discussed making a weekend of it. A weekend of casino hopping, down Oklahoma way.
Sis says they stay in Joplin, and hit a couple of casinos the evening they arrive. Then the next day, they make a big loop to 8 or 10 more. Of course such a plan appeals to Val!
Hick figures we can head on out to see The Pony on the third day, when Sis and the ex-mayor head back home. We haven't broken the news yet to The Pony. He may not want visitors. Hick isn't as altruistic as you might think. He wants to shop at flea markets. He usually doesn't have time, or they're not open on the days we go through.
Sis said that on the casino-hopping day, we could all ride together, or take both cars. Hick decided that I should ride with Sis and the ex-mayor, while HE takes our car and travels around to shop at flea markets. I mentioned that plan to Sis, who asked if Hick would eventually meet up with us at a casino. Not that she minded, you see, but they don't go back to the hotel until that night, when they're all done casinoing.
Huh. There's nothing Val likes better than hanging out in a casino. And she has been known to stay up until...oh...I don't know...just about 3:00 freakin' A.M., on every freakin' night.
Looks like Hick isn't the only one trying to get rid of Val.