Tis The Season to Be Exhausted

Dec 27, 2018 15:27

From Friday through Tuesday, it was a different house every night. Damn my sociable self!

It was actually a very relaxing holiday, everyone was quite mellow, no cutlery was thrown, not even once. Although one house had a 'Nasty Santa' game where you are supposed to steal other people's gifts, which I don't get -- why are you BEGGING for strife on Christmas??? -- but it went okay. I also got a nice Dutch oven out of it, so there's that. (No one else wanted to carry it home, it weighs about as much as a bag of bricks.)

Hope everyone else here had a fun time, whatever you did.

~*~

Tomorrow I hit Atlantic City. I've developed a fondness over the past couple of years for the craps tables as this is the only game I ever win at. Slots are boring to me, I lose my pants at poker and the clientele at the blackjack tables are incredibly annoying, between the screaming frat boys and the cigar puffing old guys, yelling at me that I 'stole' their card (really, is that what you think happens, dude, really?), blech. How I've dreamed of a women's-only casino and I know I'm not the only one.

I love the quick bets, the rolls, the yelling and screaming when you win. It also has the second lowest house edge (after Baccarat, which is usually set at $100/hand minimum so no thank you) so one tends to at least break even or better, win.

It's also a friend's birthday so there's going to be a high time in Sin Town this weekend!

Wish me luck!

~*~

PS: Writing is hard. Meh.

atlantic city, gambling, holidays, writing

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