The worst thing is that despite my massive (well, massive in my eyes) losings, I still wasn't the biggest loser. Thus our biggest winner buys biggest loser the aftermeal rule didn't even apply to me this time. I was just in the hole, without even a Super Sergio's burrito to show for it.
And I'm honestly the best person at making myself feel better about anything. Someone should hire me to sit next to people who are losing money. These are my two theories of this particular trip to Barona:
- I do get like, anywhere from $500 and up for Chinese New Year. It's like having an annual gambling fund...
- As I was telling Christina at the poker table, all of this cash that's going down the drain is just God's way of being fair because in 10 years, I'm going to marry a ridiculously rich man and have so much money I won't know what to do with myself.
The guy playing next to John pointed to his chips and was like, "So I guess we aren't getting married anytime soon, huh?"
. . .
No, you fuckin' creepo. We're not. Especially not with that weird sunburny thing you have going on there.
But as always, you gotta look on the bright side of things. At least I'm spicing up my repertoire. Normally only black men hit on me.
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