As I sit here writing this post, Mr. Cooper is driving 90 miles per hour through the Mojave Desert with his friend Marc (the creator of the upcoming blog sensation With Eyes Half Open). Their destination: Las Vegas (specifically, the first blackjack table Mr. Cooper can find).Why is this a bad thing? Because I'm not with them. Yes, I was invited to enjoy the 'Fourth of July Extended Weekend Las Vegas Gambling Bonanza' (as I have termed it), but after a great deal of internal anguish, I had to decline...oh, and by 'internal anguish' I mean coming to terms with the fact that I am poor as hell! Did I mention that the one and only 2006 World Series of Poker is currently underway in Vegas, something I would give three or four of my toes just to watch live? If yesterday a $450 round-trip ticket to Vegas fell out of the sky, I would happily be sipping a hot chocolate while doubling down on my '11' (yes, most casinos serve hot chocolate at their blackjack tables, and it's usually amazing...and ALWAYS double down on '11' unless the dealer is showing an Ace). Unfortunately, no money fell out of the sky yesterday, only more rain destroying the great lands of the northeast, while further dampening my spirits as I dwell on 'the weekend that could have been'...
...then again, "when life hands you lemons"...you sell those lemons as fast as you can and head straight to Atlantic City, New Jersey!
1 comment:
Definitly make it fast. With the lack of a state budget, those casinos in AC will be shuttered by about 8 am Wednesday.
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