Of Bad food, Gambling, Drinking and a Joke

Saturday, April 19, 2008

The social committee at work put together a little outting to Casino Rama (a 2 hr drive north of the city). Apart from some 'stripping' card games played in my twenties, going to Bingo (with an ex's mom, in my late teens) and the odd lotto ticket currently, I've never gambled before, not even when I was in Vegas a couple of years ago.

Rama was fun. Sorta. But it was also kinda boring. I don't get the attraction. I mean, winning is fun, but the rest is the pits.

Rule #1, Quit while you're ahead. I was up and down a couple of times during the night with my highest wins never topping more than $85, but eventually I lost it all (including my initial $25 dollar seed money.)-- considering I brought $50 dollars to play with, I'm cool with that.

Now the woman beside me at one of the slot machines told me that she'd won $6,300 earlier in the evening then lost $4K. ::feeling ill:: She'd just won another $1,300 when she was telling me this and you'd think she'd call it a day, but noooo, she dropped another $300 in the slots in the next 15 mins (she was playing a 25 cent machine, but was betting 45 units at a time ($11.25).

::boggles the mind::

Then again, they say writing/publishing is a gamble, so we all have our little compulsions. heh.

The food sucked. Worse than airplane food. I think they stood at one end of the kichen and threw the salt at the food at the other end. And that was it for seasonings.

How can you make lasagne with no tangy tomato goodness? Where's the chocolate in the chocolate mousse? Why use instant potato mix instead of yukon gold mashed with butter, milk, a pinch of white pepper and salt? Why? (why,why, in the name of all that's good and holy?) Thank god the company picked up the tab for the food, or I'd have been mightily peeved. The casino should put in a Mickey Dee's on the premises and they'd make a killing. A. Killing. Trust me.

I had 1/2 a beer and that was it for me. lol. I'm such a light weight now compared to my Long Island Tea. Fuzzy Navel, Pina Colada and Alabama Slamma days (and that would have been all in one sitting). I collapsed in bed at 2:45 am and now I"m nursing a mild hangover. In honour of my new found light-weight drinker status, here's the joke:

A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.

'Not a chance,' says the husband, 'it is 3:00 in the morning!' He slams the door and returns to bed.

'Who was that?' asked his wife.

'Just some drunk guy asking for a push,' he answers.

'Did you help him?' she asks.

'No, I did not, it is 3:00 in the morning and it is pouring rain out there!'

'Well, you have a short memory,' says his wife. 'Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!'

The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.

He calls out into the dark, 'Hello, are you still there?'

'Yes,' comes back the answer.

'Do you still need a push?' calls out the husband.

'Yes, please!' comes the reply from the dark.

'Where are you?' asks the husband.

'Over here on the swing,' replied the drunk.

Blog Widget by LinkWithin


Carolyn Jean said...

Oh, that joke is SILLY!
I never get those people who gamble such big sums. I don't have the stomach for it, either.

vanessa jaye said...

Yes, it is silly, but giggled all the same when I read the punch line.

I don't even have the stomach for small sums, to be honest. I had to seriously talk myself into it, right up until an hour before the bus left I was feeling guilty about frittering hard earned money away.

Related Posts with Thumbnails

2008 Vanessa Jaye | All Rights Reserved | Design by Katrina Glover | Back to top

You are visitor number:

web stats