well, atlantic city kicked my ass... not to mention, my aunt & uncle's flight was supposed to leave ft. lauderdale at 7:35pm and get in at 10:05pm... by 7:40pm, they hadn't gotten on the flight... delayed...the original flight in from atlantic city was running late... by 9pm, they were still waiting... by 10:37pm, the Spirit Airlines plane had a problem with their landing gear, so they had to wait for another plane which the would board at 11:30pm... they got in at 2:15am...
got down to atlantic city at quarter to 7pm... i went to trump marina... was up $400 by 9:10pm, when i was supposed to leave and pick them up at the airport... so as i was ready to walk out the door with my winnings, i figured i'd call and check my messages (at this point i didn't know they were delayed)... so i check them... find out the news, go back in.
lose some cash at roulette... only $40
go back to effing slots...
up. down. up. down. down. down. up... down..
11:15pm - talk to aunt judy.
11:16pm - hit the ATM for some cash
11:17pm - hit for $100 on the "5xPay" slot thingamabob
11:30pm - wielding my ATM card at the kiosk again...
11:55pm - call aunt judy to see if she got on the plane - no answer, so they are on it.
12:15am - standing, once again, at ATM kiosk... using same prayer/closed eye/mantra technique that i use at the slot machines... COME ON.... HIT! get $60 out... sickening feeling in stomach begins to fester.
12:45am - decide to take a break - erm, let me clarify, the poker machines decide that i should take a break by scarfing up my cash... i head to get Comp for dinner... go and have prime rib/baked potato/asparagus.... tradition to have expensive food when about to become homeless.
1:20am - back at the ATM... ask for $100. denied. request $80. denied. tried for $60.. nope... attempted $40... un-uh... $20? hell yeah!
1:31am - sit down at the original machine from when i walked in the joint... hit for $150! feed the machine a bit more, cash out with $91.25. give half to gigglemom - didn't i mention she was with me?
1:38am - what the hell. going for broke. went to dollar machines (i was at quarters all night.) got a 5x the pay & a cherry = $50! woo~!
1:41am - cutting it close, have to get out and drive to airport at this time, but don't. feed $5 machine my $50...
1:48am - sickening feeling hits lower intestine.
1:50am - get car. speed to airport.
2:00am - pull up in front of terminal praying aunt judy & uncle fran aren't waiting outside.
2:10:15am - aunt judy & uncle fran walk out doors with others who were on the flight.
the only thing perfect was the timing at the end.
i blame Spirit Airlines for me losing a, eh, "bit" of money... *sigh*
got home around 3:15am... sat up to watch the men's individual gymnastics final til 5am... yay for paul hamm!!!!!
am dead dog tired. recruiter called me at 10am with hint of a gig... not bad not bad. hopefully Lady Luck will be better to me with the job hunt now that i've started it.
