A Birthday Winner!
Despite the fact that most of my side of the family either ignored it or pissed me off about it, I still managed to have a pretty good 41st birthday on Saturday. (The Lovely Mrs. G. took good care of me, so that’s all that really matters. The rest of my family? They can bite off, for all I care.)
Anyway, Mrs. G. and I had a good night at the dog track/casino, and since I was actually *winning*, that makes it even nicer. I’m one of those gamblers who either wins (and wins a lot) or loses everything in a matter of seconds. Usually it’s the latter; I tend to put my money in the slot machine and wave goodbye to it in about 30 seconds flat. The one-armed bandit doesn’t even bother belching out a “thank you”.
I like going to the casino, and the casinos generally love to see me coming. “Oh, goodie – here comes Tommy. Smile pretty, and we’ll have his money before his slot machine seat gets warm.” It’s because of this reason (primarily) that I don’t go that often, and I never go expecting to win. It just doesn’t work that way for me. Usually, I’ll just go feed the machines, watch the pretty reels go around, and go home with nothing more than smoke-scented clothes and maybe a complimentary Diet Pepsi for my efforts.
But not Saturday. The birthday Gods must’ve been smiling on me – either that or the spirit of Jack Binion was in a good mood – because Mrs. G. and I took on the Horseshoe Casino & Resort in Council Bluffs, IA, and came away winners. I had the “magic touch” and hit several jackpots on the slots, and I even somehow managed to pick a winning greyhound in one of the races. (We won’t mention my trifecta ticket where my dogs came in dead last – all three of them, in order – dead last.)
In the end, we played for close to 7 hours on our good fortune, and still managed to come home with a few bucks in our pockets. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I probably should’ve stopped for a Powerball ticket on the way home, but alas – midnight was soon upon us, and I’m sure that my winning ways had turned back into a pumpkin by then.
So thanks to Mrs. G. and the nice people at the Horseshoe, my 41st birthday was pretty good after all. I also got a new Mickey Mouse watch from Mrs. G., so double bonus points for an excellent day all around.
And here’s to #42 next June – my Elvis Birthday. If I make it past that one, I’ll officially have lived longer than The King. Hey, when it’s not a typically monumental birthday, you have to take your victories where you can get them.
Maybe we’ll have to go play the Viva Las Vegas slots next year, and see if Mr. Presley will smile on me again.
Anyway, Mrs. G. and I had a good night at the dog track/casino, and since I was actually *winning*, that makes it even nicer. I’m one of those gamblers who either wins (and wins a lot) or loses everything in a matter of seconds. Usually it’s the latter; I tend to put my money in the slot machine and wave goodbye to it in about 30 seconds flat. The one-armed bandit doesn’t even bother belching out a “thank you”.
I like going to the casino, and the casinos generally love to see me coming. “Oh, goodie – here comes Tommy. Smile pretty, and we’ll have his money before his slot machine seat gets warm.” It’s because of this reason (primarily) that I don’t go that often, and I never go expecting to win. It just doesn’t work that way for me. Usually, I’ll just go feed the machines, watch the pretty reels go around, and go home with nothing more than smoke-scented clothes and maybe a complimentary Diet Pepsi for my efforts.
But not Saturday. The birthday Gods must’ve been smiling on me – either that or the spirit of Jack Binion was in a good mood – because Mrs. G. and I took on the Horseshoe Casino & Resort in Council Bluffs, IA, and came away winners. I had the “magic touch” and hit several jackpots on the slots, and I even somehow managed to pick a winning greyhound in one of the races. (We won’t mention my trifecta ticket where my dogs came in dead last – all three of them, in order – dead last.)
In the end, we played for close to 7 hours on our good fortune, and still managed to come home with a few bucks in our pockets. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I probably should’ve stopped for a Powerball ticket on the way home, but alas – midnight was soon upon us, and I’m sure that my winning ways had turned back into a pumpkin by then.
So thanks to Mrs. G. and the nice people at the Horseshoe, my 41st birthday was pretty good after all. I also got a new Mickey Mouse watch from Mrs. G., so double bonus points for an excellent day all around.
And here’s to #42 next June – my Elvis Birthday. If I make it past that one, I’ll officially have lived longer than The King. Hey, when it’s not a typically monumental birthday, you have to take your victories where you can get them.
Maybe we’ll have to go play the Viva Las Vegas slots next year, and see if Mr. Presley will smile on me again.
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