This post is not about basketball. This post is about something that will never never never happen again.
Friday night, after attending the annual Pancake Supper Fundraiser (Cpher = 12…they were small, but still….) and the OHS basketball game, Suzanne and I left the boys to the dubious guardianship of their big brother (more on this later in this post) and head off to Battle Creek for our first visit to the new casino, Firekeeper’s.
We arrive, we walk around the floor for about 20 minutes just seeing where everything is located and checking the place out and then we go our separate ways; Suzanne off to some slot machines and me off to some table games.
About an hour in (right before I was supposed to meet her up front), I’m ready to tell Suzanne that I’m not a fan of this place and it’s time to go. I’ve lost at blackjack; I’ve lost a craps, I had a small rally in blackjack, I lost it all back. Suzanne has texted me that she has found success and had a major win at a video slot (I couldn’t even begin to explain how she won…..the game involved a bonus round of animated pigs and matching numbers for the multipliers, and she matched a lot of numbers and…voila! A tidy profit.
Almost every time I go to a casino, I will stop at the roulette table and take some of my chips and put them on numbers. I’m not a big fan of roulette, I don’t like actually sitting there for long periods of time with the actual roulette chips (they are different than the casino chips) BUT, I will stop, and if I have a few $5 chips, I’ll throw them on some important numbers.
I’m walking over to meet Suzanne, pass a table, stop, grab three of the surviving $5 chips in my pocket (like fish from the county fair…there were only a few left!) and place them on 4, 12, and 23.
The ball spins around….and lands on 4! 35-1 payout on my $5 and my outlook on the new casino is a little better.
Place your bets again……put $5 back on 12 and 23, leave my other $5 on 4. And the ball spins around and lands on 4 again!
The winnings are pushed over, again, by the dealer. One of the more pleasant things that can happen while at a casino is watching your initial bets (of $5 red chips) turn into $25 green chips as you continue to do well. I have a large stack of $25 chips now.
So, hey, what the heck, play with house money right? Leave the $5 on 4 and 23. Put green chips on 1, 12, and 30. And this time 12 hits!
!!!
As I relayed to Suzanne later, I am certain that a squeak of joy left my mouth when I realized I had $25 on a winning number with a 35-1 to payout to come. And the happiness when your red chips turn into green chips is nothing compared to the happiness of watching your green turn into black ($100 chips). Maybe one thing tops it; having the dealer have to call over to the pit boss to pay you out…..and that happened here.
As the next spin comes around I have green chips situated on a whole slew of major numbers. 1, 3, 4, 12, 23, 26, 30. The ball rolls around the perimeter of the bowl…..and lands on 1! More black chips head my way. Pit boss wanders a little closer…..
One more spin, the same numbers, and 13 comes up and I scoop up my black chips and go to find Suzanne…..because now I’m late! I find her, she is happy, because she has won about $500, and then is a little mad, because it becomes apparent that I outdid that in a big way and have stolen all her thunder! My total winnings are about 3x that.
So, what are the odds of that happening in a row like that? Suzanne and I talked about that on the way home. 38 spots on the wheel (1-36, green 0, and green 00).
1st spin (38/3) * 2nd spin (38/3) * third spin (38/5) * fourth spin (38/7) = 6620 to 1.
A few miscellaneous notes:
dubious guardianship: Suzanne wondered aloud….I wonder if we could stay late, get a hotel room, and drive home in the morning? And I certainly think Kevin is more than responsible enough to handle that. But….he sleeps like the dead! He doesn’t wake up for anything! And I say that to Suzanne, and we promptly forget about that idea…..have a late night snack, head home, get to the front door; it’s locked. While fishing for keys, Suzanne rings the doorbell. No answer. Dogs are barking at us, Suzanne rings the doorbell again, nothing. Finally get the key, go in through the garage, come around and Kevin is stumbling to the door saying “I wasn’t asleep, I wasn’t asleep…..”
party fall-out: and….not much else on this front. Kevin did say that his buddy Henry did emphatically say Kevin was coming to the next party; all the cute girls want to dance with him!
phil-: as the kids refer to it; philharmonic to you and me. Kevin found out he made it into the main orchestra next year….
