DAY 8
When we finally returned to the casino about 4 pm, we were both whipped from the ordeal of picking up her truck. I had already missed most of the Sunday NFL games. But I got some bets in on the Steelers/ Chiefs game, and I had a feeling that for some reason the Chiefs were going to play a good game. But I really liked the UNDER on the game. So I be more money on the under and a smaller amount on the Chiefs.
We decided to go to the Flair bar again to keep a low profile....not that I ever could at the Silverton. My childhood friend was now back in town and wanted to know if I wanted to go to dinner. I asked if I could bring Sharlene, and she said NO!. I told her I wouldn't be able to meet her if she couldn't come, and we let it go at that. I told her I had drank too much anyway, and would be drinking again when the game started so I wouldn't be in any shape to meet her anyway. Next day she called me back and told me to come to dinner and I should bring Star. I told her I would let her know.
So we're playing at the Flair bar, and she was getting hungry. How about those fish tacos at the Mermaid she asked. I was game. The jackpot at the Mermaid for .25c was nearing $1400. We started playing there, and Star thought we should order. They have a great menu there when football was on TV. They had like 6 items that were only $4. Some of the items were fish tacos, Buffalo wings, a pizza, salad and nachos, and two others that I forget right now. So she ordered the tacos and I had the Wings. The game had already started, and I knew my under bet was pretty "golden". The Chiefs were also giving the Steelers all they could handle, so my bets were looking good.
After dinner, we returned to the Flair bar and took the same seat where I hit the 4 aces w/kicker the day before. Star had cashed out $40 at the Mermaid so she didn't need any money. I kept thinking if I should play dollars or stay with .25c. I stuck with quarters. I started to teach her how to play DDB, and what to hold an not hold. She picked up the game very quickly, and before you know it, she hit four 7's loaded for 62.50. She was ready to quit as she isn't a "sicko" like me. She likes to take her profits and cash in, and then maybe play again. So she goes to the TITO machine and cashes out whatever, and takes her seat next to me. She just sits there and watches me play. "Aren't you going to play again" I asked. "No, I can just watch you!" No, No, NO! That wasn't going to work. I needed her to be my good luck charm and she had to be playing. She agreed to play another $20 and that would be it. She couldn't have been playing for 3 mintues, when my good luck charm roared her sexy head. I got dealt 2 Aces again, and two more Aces and a deuce filled in on the draw. Another $500 win. I know told her I wanted to go back to the center bar and try and hit that Royal jackpot.
She told me she wanted to go upstairs soon, and I agreed as I was now hammered. When I had won another $200 playing dollars, it was time to go upstairs. I had already cashed a $1,000 check, and I wanted to hold on to my money.
So we retired to the suite, and I was so tired and drunk, I got undressed and got into bed. I feel asleep instantly. At 9:30, I woke up and Shar wasn't next to me. I called out for her and she told me she was on the laptop. Come to bed I told her. She said she would when she wanted to come to bed. I fell back to sleep. Around God know what time, I hear the World Series of Poker blasting on the living room TV. WTF? Star, what are you doing? Lower that freakin' volume!. Now I was annoyed for two reasons. 1. She hadn't gotten into bed yet, and 2. the volume was just blasting into the bedroom.
In my drunken stupor, I jumped out of bed, hollered something at her...grabbed..the remote...and threw it under the living room couch. I then returned to the bathroom area where she had the ironing board set up, and in one blow I knocked it to the ground. I was drunk and really pissed. I wound up getting dressed and was going to head downstairs. On my way out, I saw she was typing an email to me. All I saw was the first line that said I was like, "A JECKLE AND HYDE". When she saw me reading it, she slammed down the top of the laptop, for what reason I don't know...as she was sending it to ME! I just walked out the door, hoping that Faye's son and his GF didn't hear the ruckus in the room.
Now you know when something like this happens and you go down to gamble again...nothing good can become of the situation. But I wasn't that drunk anymore...at least I thought so...and I knew what I had to do. I took my number 3 seat, and started playing dollars. I switched between BP and DDB like I always do. A hundred went in...and the another....and finally another! This sure wasn't working out and I thought about going upstairs. But for what? I wasn't getting any sex that night! I'm sure she was pissed enough to that she wasn't going to give anything up. I was down to my last $50 playing DDB, when I got 2 deuces. I hit the draw button, and 2 more deuces appeared with an Ace kicker! YAHOO! Sometimes things don't always work out the way they should when you're pissed and drinking. When I got down to $800, I cashed out a $500 profit and went back up to bed.
Needless to say, she wasn't talking to me, and was finally in bed, so I stripped off my clothing and went back to bed, knowing that I would have a nice bankroll for the next day. I realized what an ass I had been, but she wasn't having any of my nonsense. So I just got under that wonderful comforter and fell asleep.
DAY 9
Well when I woke up she was barely talking to me. I tried to apologize but now I had really put her in a bad mood, and since she has that "condition" I mentioned before, she was on the wrong side of the condition. I ordered room service and asked her if she wanted anything. She finally agreed to a bagel and cream cheese, while I had a bacon, chive and mushroom omelet with swiss cheese in the middle. That's something you have to try if you ever get to the Silverton.
We finally went downstairs after I got on my laptop and read her email to me. Basically, she said she never saw this "other" side of me, and I had to stop drinking and gambling. When we were arguing in the room, she asked me if I was going to hit her. I asked her if I had ever hit her, and she said I hadn't. So I asked her why I would ever start now. That's why I had to take my anger out on something...and it turned out to be the Silverton ironing board. Poor bastard.
Next part is sexually explicit!! Do not read if your not ready for it
*** EDITED by Ody *** Wasn't ready for it.
