Greater Expectations....

Mar 20, 2004 00:37

Branden, Nichole, Seth, and I went to Quest tonight. Nichole is a loan officer (my professional counterpart... I deal with her "kind" all day long.) and ran into about six people that borrow from her. Regularly. Hmmm. All of whom were missing teeth or had home-peroxiditis. And funny, she had just told us about evil Betty, with whom she works, who calls Nichole an "alt" because she has a butterfly tattoo in the small of her back. And says that Nichole isn't the "responsible" type. Who do we see feeding $20 tickets into a slot machine?

Yeah. MmHmm.

So after Randy, Nate and I had our little fuzzy navel experience at Fast Eddy's the other night (which I'll disclose more about later) I decided I'd better look straight this time. So I had picked up a fitted cap from Champs Sports today and a silk shirt in a very masculine green. I'm not usually a hat guy, but Nichole laughed and said I broke about eight necks tonight. Albeit, they were all women, but it was still not what I'm used to! Maybe the hat'll stay. For a while.

The cute guys were over at the roulette tables. So I parked a seat and dropped a $10 on black, then called it a night. The guy next to me doubled his modest one-hundred-and-fifty on red. Karmic payback for winning the last time I was at a casino (whoa... which was on my 21st birthday! wow... nostalgia....)

I am disappointed with Quest.... Especially with the slots. There's something wrong with the concept of electronic "credits". If I wanted that, I'd gamble online. If I'm gonna play, I want the satisfying "clink-clink" of coins coming out a little chute.
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