Buttin is in Las Vegas this weekend. He's already been propositioned by a prostitute and followed around by a drunk guy, so it's safe to say - he's having a good time.
I think Las Vegas is OK, but too many lights, strange color combinations and desperation makes it kind of sad.
A few people gave Buttin $100 each to bet on certain games, like roulette and the poker bonus. Buttin asked me if I'd also like him to bet money for me. I told him no thank you and this wasn't a surprise to him - he knows it pains me to gamble.
It started as a child. When I was only about 10 or so - I spent about four weeks worth of allowance ($10) trying to win a cake walk at our school fair. I had the best of intentions - I wanted to win it for my mother (I promise, it wasn't for myself - but I may have wanted one piece). I even bet my one and only silver dollar trying to win a stupid cake.
When I came home from the fair, I was so ashamed - I don't think I even admitted it to my mother right away, but I did tell my dad (I think secretly I hoped he might just give me $10 - I am a daddy's girl, after all and I had learned at a very young age that he didn't like it when I was upset. This is why I fear having a little girl, but that's another post entirely). He told me something that I still remember and think about to this day, he said - "A fool and his money are soon parted." (He also told me I had "champagne taste and a beer pocket book", but that too, is another post.) I know now that this is something commonly said, especially to foolish little girls trying to win a cake, but at the time - I thought it was very profound.
A couple years ago, Buttin and I took my dear mother-in-law (Mom Marsha) to Las Vegas to visit Bubie (my grandmother). I'm kind of a penny and nickle slot kind of girl (classy, I know), so it took pretty much all my courage (and a bottle of vodka) to play blackjack at the (wait for it) $5 table. I think $5 tables are pretty much as low as it goes, but this was letting go for me. I had a good time and I was able to make my $25 last for quite sometime, but let's just say, I wasn't getting many comps. It was just uncomfortable knowing that $5 could go so quickly - serioulsy, I could buy at least two packages of cookie dough for $5.
It's not just money, I'm pretty risk averse when it comes to most things in my life. I don't plan on skydiving or bungee jumping or eating blow fish anytime soon - in fact the riskiest thing I plan on doing in the next couple of weeks is swimming with beluga whales in Chicago (I can't wait). And even this - is not that risky, my fabulous friend Liz (we're going to Chicago with her & her husband) looked it up the interweb and she couldn't find any cases of beluga whales biting people. I'm hoping not to be the first.
I think Las Vegas is OK, but too many lights, strange color combinations and desperation makes it kind of sad.
A few people gave Buttin $100 each to bet on certain games, like roulette and the poker bonus. Buttin asked me if I'd also like him to bet money for me. I told him no thank you and this wasn't a surprise to him - he knows it pains me to gamble.
It started as a child. When I was only about 10 or so - I spent about four weeks worth of allowance ($10) trying to win a cake walk at our school fair. I had the best of intentions - I wanted to win it for my mother (I promise, it wasn't for myself - but I may have wanted one piece). I even bet my one and only silver dollar trying to win a stupid cake.
When I came home from the fair, I was so ashamed - I don't think I even admitted it to my mother right away, but I did tell my dad (I think secretly I hoped he might just give me $10 - I am a daddy's girl, after all and I had learned at a very young age that he didn't like it when I was upset. This is why I fear having a little girl, but that's another post entirely). He told me something that I still remember and think about to this day, he said - "A fool and his money are soon parted." (He also told me I had "champagne taste and a beer pocket book", but that too, is another post.) I know now that this is something commonly said, especially to foolish little girls trying to win a cake, but at the time - I thought it was very profound.
A couple years ago, Buttin and I took my dear mother-in-law (Mom Marsha) to Las Vegas to visit Bubie (my grandmother). I'm kind of a penny and nickle slot kind of girl (classy, I know), so it took pretty much all my courage (and a bottle of vodka) to play blackjack at the (wait for it) $5 table. I think $5 tables are pretty much as low as it goes, but this was letting go for me. I had a good time and I was able to make my $25 last for quite sometime, but let's just say, I wasn't getting many comps. It was just uncomfortable knowing that $5 could go so quickly - serioulsy, I could buy at least two packages of cookie dough for $5.
It's not just money, I'm pretty risk averse when it comes to most things in my life. I don't plan on skydiving or bungee jumping or eating blow fish anytime soon - in fact the riskiest thing I plan on doing in the next couple of weeks is swimming with beluga whales in Chicago (I can't wait). And even this - is not that risky, my fabulous friend Liz (we're going to Chicago with her & her husband) looked it up the interweb and she couldn't find any cases of beluga whales biting people. I'm hoping not to be the first.
If you are the first victim of a Beluga whale attack you would have a great story to tell and you would probably be invited on the Jon Stewart show to tell your story. See, that could be really cool.
ReplyDeleteIN fact if a whale tries to attack you I will throw my body between you and the whale - yes I will probably save your life (yawn) but I will also be making history as the first woman attacked (dare I dream of being "maimed") by a Beluga whale. And don't think I won't milk that for all its worth at bars and at public events.
We could even have T-shirts made. I have already thought of the slogan: "I survived a Beluga whale attack and all I got was this lousy t-shirt and a disfiguring scar."