Tuesday November 3, 2015 - Day 13 - part 2
So there I was, faced with three chances to win $8000. What we thought was a once in a lifetime hand, had happened again, a couple of days later, and ramped it up from three shots at $5000.
I got the Quad Queen on MugTime and showed her what was going on.
You want to talk about intense? This was in. tense. You think gamblers do it for the thrill, for the adrenalin?
This was that moment, that place in between what could be and what will be. You don't know. You want to hope, you want not to hope.
But for real, you have a shot at some serious coin, the biggest win ever in 20 years of mashing buttons and flipping cards.
You are happy and sick all at the same time. Someone wanders by, you want to shut them out, make them go away, or they will break the sanctity of this, the purest moment in gambling. You shelter the buttons so there is no mistake.
And sooner, or maybe later, you have to take your shot.
And you press the button.
Actually, that reminds me of a funny thing that happened in Lake Havasu City. When we got there the first day, it was pretty hot in the house.
There was a thermostat on the wall that looked like it was encased in one of those plastic guard cases that keep you from monkeying with the thermostat.
There was a sign above it saying that we should not use the evaporative cooler - something also known as a swamp cooler.
The sign also said the air conditioner works best if left at a steady 78. Hello???
We did our best to air out the place but it was quite hot. We both had an uncomfortable night.
The next day I contacted the owner by email to let them know we were too hot and could anything be done about it.
But I never heard back.
Anyway, to make a short story long, I took a deep breath and pushed the button. In my mind I prepared to hear the music and get the hand pay and the paperwork.
But all I heard was fucking Jacks or Better. Ring a ding ding my arse.
I sat for a moment. Hung up the MugTime thingy. Swore a few times.
I felt sick, just sick.
I'd never, in my 20 years at this, ever, ever, felt so sick after an event in the casino. I'd been angry, frustrated, disappointed, mad at myself, but this was different.
The casino was no place to be in this frame of mind. No it wasn't. I went back to the room and poured a stiff one and downed it. And then I poured another one.
I was done.