Another repost

I am not a gambler.

My nature is that of a true accountant and we tend to be tight wads.

Gambling grates against my judgment and taunts my soul.

Now you may be wondering what is this randomness all about right? A few nights ago I promised to write about my anniversary dinner with my beloved Charley Brown, who by the way, is a gambler extordinaire. (He and my mother could enter Vegas and never be seen again. The gambling fiends would swallow them both whole. And they'd be happy about it. I digress.)

Back to my romantic 5th anniversary celebration at...the Crazy Moose Casino. ~you do sense the deliberate drama here right? My darling bridegroom promised me a great prime rib dinner and maybe just a little hand or two of poker.

I said OK because I like beef.

Charley knows I like beef.

I went for the cow.

They don't serve prime rib on Saturdays....LOL. I still got my beef though but had to eat it in a sleazy bar with folding chairs and dead animal heads nailed randomly all over the dark wood paneled walls. We sat directly below the Moose head and I promise you that the mooses' eyes rolled, were beady and were staring at ME.

The moose could smell that I was a tight wad and he instinctively hated me....but when he thought I wasn't looking he reached over and licked Charley. OK, well it happened in my mind. So we ate dinner and Charley got a basket of Pull Tabs. For those who don't know what those are they are a little tiny bit of dirty gambling paper which pay out fairly well.

I won 28 dollars and hated every moment of it~ the money spent was REAL. After gorging on dead cow and having fantasies about the stuffed animals on the walls, Charley persuaded me to let him play a "few hands."

I stood dutifully behind his stool and watched.

And encouraged him to match the dealer when I noticed that every time he did , that nice little woman was tossing him chips.

YEAH. We left with $100 more than we went in with AND we ate dinner too.

OK, maybe all casinos aren't all bad.

But they are against my religion.

(Both intellectually and spiritually folks.)

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I have avoided my dreaded shot long enough now....it's time to be an adult and go get the bloody thing over with.


ckays1967 at 11:47:00 PM PDT Link to this entry originally posted Friday, July 23, 2004