Rob keeps saying how he needs to update his webjournal. He should; his perspective is so different from mine, I'm sure it'll allow our readers greater insight into the strange workings of our marriage :)
The Travel Channel runs a promotional series called Vegas Week and we usually watch bits of it because it reminds us of how we planned our trip to VegasCon in 2000 and ended up getting married. This week usually fuels a latent desire for visiting a casino, and I always hear of how Rob won a million dollars (well, not quite) the time he spent Thanksgiving with Broos and Suz.
We went first to the local card rooms, non-tribal mini-casinos. Rob is looking for Let It Ride, but they haven't got it. We go to two different casinos near our home and come away having only lost $5. (I of course had it the other way 'round: we'd only spent $5, but Rob soon straightened me out on how to phrase it).
Saturday afternoon, we went to the big casino locally, the Muckleshoot Indian Casino. They have a non-smoking section, which I liked, although after a while I could smell the smoke even there. I played my usual high limit: $40. Rob is a bit more methodical so after he used up his $40 allotment, he went back to refill his little gaming card while I flailed and grumbled. We went to what passes for high stakes here, the $5 slot machines. I picked a machine after perusing the payout possibilities, as suggested by the Travel Channel. Rob played it. He won back his bet, so he cashed out. He asked me to pick a machine. I told him I already had, and pointed back to the same one. He picked the one next to it and lost his bet that time. He tells me to pick a machine and I flail and point to the one I picked the first time. He goes back over to it and wins a little bit more than his bet on the next spin. We glance at each other and raise our eyebrows significantly (we do this alot; eyebrows are so suggestive :>). He plays again, and finally cashes out when he's gotten back all his night's wagers so that on this night, we really did lose only my $40. We glance at each other again and chortle.
Rob says he's going to tell on me, how I'm unemployed and frittering away my grocery money at a casino. Not if I can tell about it first :)
The Travel Channel runs a promotional series called Vegas Week and we usually watch bits of it because it reminds us of how we planned our trip to VegasCon in 2000 and ended up getting married. This week usually fuels a latent desire for visiting a casino, and I always hear of how Rob won a million dollars (well, not quite) the time he spent Thanksgiving with Broos and Suz.
We went first to the local card rooms, non-tribal mini-casinos. Rob is looking for Let It Ride, but they haven't got it. We go to two different casinos near our home and come away having only lost $5. (I of course had it the other way 'round: we'd only spent $5, but Rob soon straightened me out on how to phrase it).
Saturday afternoon, we went to the big casino locally, the Muckleshoot Indian Casino. They have a non-smoking section, which I liked, although after a while I could smell the smoke even there. I played my usual high limit: $40. Rob is a bit more methodical so after he used up his $40 allotment, he went back to refill his little gaming card while I flailed and grumbled. We went to what passes for high stakes here, the $5 slot machines. I picked a machine after perusing the payout possibilities, as suggested by the Travel Channel. Rob played it. He won back his bet, so he cashed out. He asked me to pick a machine. I told him I already had, and pointed back to the same one. He picked the one next to it and lost his bet that time. He tells me to pick a machine and I flail and point to the one I picked the first time. He goes back over to it and wins a little bit more than his bet on the next spin. We glance at each other and raise our eyebrows significantly (we do this alot; eyebrows are so suggestive :>). He plays again, and finally cashes out when he's gotten back all his night's wagers so that on this night, we really did lose only my $40. We glance at each other again and chortle.
Rob says he's going to tell on me, how I'm unemployed and frittering away my grocery money at a casino. Not if I can tell about it first :)
posted by Owl Chick at 2/03/2003 07:50:00 AM
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