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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Good morning crew,

The wife went to a bachelorette party last Saturday which turned into an all day affair. And I mean all day. She and the rest of the girls started off with a brunch at 10 a.m. and the next time I heard from her she was calling me at 8 o'clock.

"How is the party going?" I asked.

"Great!" she enthused. "We just finished dinner and we all decided to hit the casino. Want to meet us there?"

"Hon, I don't get paid until next week. I can't afford to go to the casino."

"Come on," she slurred slightly, "Don't you want to come out and party with the girls?"

As I sat there in my bathrobe, the phone in one hand and a game controller in the other, I thought to myself, 'What would 21-year-old Joe do? Would he sit at home alone in front of the TV? Or would he go hang out with a half dozen women who have been drinking for 9 hours?'

Making a quick inventory of my wallet I counted about 150 bucks that I had allocated for groceries and gas the next week.

"Ok. I'll meet you there at nine."

An hour later I was leaning against the bar across from the craps tables when the wife and her gaggle emerged from the crowd and surrounded me. There were hugs and handshakes and a couple of introductions.

As we were standing there I bought a round of drinks by way of congratulating the bride-to-be and listened to a chaotic recap of the day's events.

When the narration ran out of steam one of the girls said, "Ok, I'm going to check out the roulette table."

Another said, "I'm going to try blackjack."

"Anybody want to play some slots with me?" said a third.

"I'll go with!" announced the wife, and ten seconds later I was by myself again. Well, not completely by myself. There was a little, old lady playing video poker at the bar next to me.

So for the next 90 minutes I wandered around, feeding the occasional ten into a machine and watching it disappear. A couple times I caught a glimpse of the wife flitting elusively among the rows of machines, but it was eleven o'clock by the time I caught up with her again. Somehow I had still managed to spend almost the entire night alone, except now I was broke.

On the plus side, the wife ended up winning everything I had lost, plus some. So we were still able to eat this week.

Which is nice.

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

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