You might recall I’ve written about my college friends before. Yes, since starting this blog we’ve travelled to the White Mountains of New Hampshire for a hiking trip and did a witch hunt in Salem Massachusetts. Our last adventure involved something a tad more highbrow…
We even broke out the make-up!
Right now, start Kenny Rogers “Gambler” in your head. Let the lyric’s trickle over your soul, “You’ve got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them, know when to walk away know when to run….”
That’s right, we went glambin’. First, let me say that I’m not a seasoned gambler, but I do come from a long line of winners (okay, they only tell you when they win!) who’ve conquered the slot machines and gone home happy. When I hear the ding of the machines, I get kind of buzzed. I’ll admit it. I’m an addict until my twenty dollars is spent. I can’t stop. I’ve got a problem. Ding! Ding! Ding! Do you hear the clang of money?
Cheese, smile for the camera.
People always want to see the winners! You see, my friends, we were total winners. Well, I wasn’t but collectively we were. We had an hysterical weekend. Nobody drank so much that they hit this:
Sorry, I was talking about being a winner!
This story ends well. My friends and I decided that our next trip was going to be a doozy. One of my roommates is a roulette queen. She won and won and won… Then she decided she was going to pay for our hotel room next summer with one, swift BIG win. Her plan to play our birthday’s in one single hand. We arrived at the first table and our number came up before we could put the loot down. We arrived at the second table and our number came up before we could put the loot down.
We arrived at the third table and put the money down-
PARIS HERE WE COME!