It’s the afternoon and of course, Sydney summer is
sweltering. As we jumped on the trains
and trammed to the Casino; tah-dah! “It’s
your Birthday Present! I’m going to take you GAMBLING!” He was pleased, but unsure. His version of
gambling is slot machines? No, thanks I’m an Eastern Suburbs girl, when we roll,
we roll high stakes!
So, we exchanged our money for chips and we started betting
at the tables. Apparently he had a system – a non-effective system by the way.
As we bumper-carted the tables I was wining, wining, wining! He was losing,
losing, losing. So, I decided I will
play with those pitiful slot machines to make him feel at ease. He still lost,
as I won! YAY!
Getting frustrated with me, I decided to throw cash his way;
I was up by a grand! He still lost it all. You can still guess what I was
doing! So he came up to me and said “I’m going to play it safe and pick red or
black. I have one in two chances.” I replied that it was a ridiculous idea,
playing safe. So, I revealed my system after he lost again!
“What day is it Jamie?” “Friday?”
“No. It’s your birthday silly. I’m betting your numbers.
16-11-79. Age 22.”
He replies with confusion, “really?”… “Don’t you know you
are meant to play your birthday numbers They are your lucky numbers”...“Oh, shit
yeah” He puts his last chip on 16, I did my birthdate 4. It landed on four!
Errmmm… We have dinner reservations, let’s go.
