27

We hit the casino last night. Had a FABOO dinner (filet mignon, garlic potatos, asparagus in hollandaise) then headed out to HOPEFULLY have a FABOO night of gambling.

It had its ups and downs, like always. I don't know why I torture myself at the slots. I sit there and wonder if I should just be feeding my 20-dollar-bills into a shredder instead...

Towards the end of the night, we gave roulette a go.

Me: I say put $15 on 27.
Hub: 15? Why not 5 and then we'll have 2 other bets to place?
(Minimum bet was $15, by the way)
Me: Just try it.
Hub: Alright.

BAM!! 27!! 35 to 1. Sweet!

Me: I say do it again.
Hub: It won't hit twice in a row.
Me: You never know.
(I point out that both 25 and 10 have hit twice in the last little while)
Hub: This time I'll just put $5.
Me: Ok

BAM!! 27!! 35 to 1. Sweet!

Me: What do you think? 3 times a charm?
Hub: Ok. Just $5 though.
Me: K.

Wah. 5. Ah well.

We bet 27 for our anniversary date yesterday. Guess we could have stuck to the whole date thing the third time. May is the 5th month.

The things you think about after the fact, eh?