Friday, May 08, 2009

Getting Lucky

Where am I going to be this weekend? Oh, I'm so glad that you asked. That was thoughtful!

Mike is taking me for little trip to Mount Pleasant where I am going to win millions at the fancy-schmancy casino.

I have never been to a casino. Okay, no - I have been to a casino, but it was only to see some band. Man, though... Atlantic City was trashy. Shudder.

But I've never gambled at a casino. I am planning on winning big with my beginner's luck and then eating at all of the restaurants on site. And I hear that there's a pool.

All I've ever really known of casinos is what I've seen on screen. I have a feeling that my experience will be like that of my ER visits. No sexy doctors at the hospital, and no sexy Brad Pitts or Casey Afflecks at the casino. I'm sure that I will see my fair share of sweet outfits, though, if my online search has proven truthful.

See, I'm just not a gambler. When one has limited funds, the idea of throwing it away on games of chance doesn't make much sense. But when one's generous boyfriend is supplying the quarters for the slot machines? That I can get behind. I don't plan on bringing anything else with me save my license and my trusty chapstick. I can't be tempted to play just one more hand or hit the button (I hear that the slot machines no longer have levers? What the shit is that about?) just one more time.

I am pumped to watch him play poker, though. I have a feeling that it's going to be kind of hot.

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