Good Luck, Ace

I've been to Vegas once and I've been to a few different casinos here and there but for some reason I was always imitated by the blackjack tables. It could've been that I was young and inexperienced, or it could've been because of the people I was with. I just couldn't bring myself to slap my money down on a blackjack table and take the risk. Instead I opted to sit in front of a slot machine for hours at a time and whittle away my money one nickle at a time. I was constantly missing out on playing my favorite game because of fear.

Saturday evening Thomas and I took off with his aunt and father to Oklahoma. Armed with $120 each I was well aware that it was completely possible that I would walk out of the casino $120 lighter. It's all for entertainment, right? I'll just go ahead and cut to the chase - I lost $100 of my money and I didn't get a single secret squirrel shot of the casino, but you know what I did do? I did have one of the best times of my life, sitting at a blackjack table deciding whether to hit or to stay. Sure I made some bad calls but that's why it's called gambling.

I left the casino exhausted, reeking of smoke, and extremely over-stimulated but I was happy. I was happy that I finally got to play blackjack, I was happy to be in the company of some great people, and I was happy to have a new memory. In my humble opinion, it was well worth the $100.