Well, I’ve got my Company Christmas party tonight. It’s at the “Hollywood Casino at Charles Town” in West Virginia.
My company gives me my own hotel room, access to the buffet, and some money to gamble with.
Screw the gambling! I’m taking that money home with me to buy something I want!
I really don’t want to gamble. I know I will lose. My dad said “How do you know that?” Because, prior to winning a costume contest my Junior year of college (that took skill), the last time I won anything was in 2nd Grade in a “guess the weight of the pumpkin” contest. I got the pumpkin.
That whole “How do you know?” thing feels like a slippery slope to me. I feel like I would have a gambling problem. I could win the next one! Or the next one! Or the next! I will only gamble if I have a time machine.
I tried before at Batavia Downs a few years ago. How, I’m not sure; I was 18 and I could gamble. When I was 19, I went to the Seneca Casino in Niagara Falls, NY and the age was 21. Both were in New York. Oh and here is something stupid: If you are 21 and over, you can go in. If you are under 18, you can go into the casino escorted by someone over 21. IF YOU ARE 19 OR 20, YOU CAN’T GET IN AT ALL! I sat there, for hours, waiting…
X > 18 but if X < 21 = screwed
Anyway, at Batavia Downs, I couldn’t understand the machines. Whatever happened to ‘pull the lever and get three in a row’?
At least I don't have to use a potion to go into the shadow world and pick vegetables out of the ground to get the coins.
You have three by three rows and all sorts of combinations to play. I’m gambling, I’m not supposed to be thinking! I gave up and let my sister play the rest of my money. To be honest, I would rather see where John Brown was tried and hanged. Well, let’s see how much fun I will have tonight…
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