Even Steven Is My Co-Pilot

Gambling with Val is not for the faint of heart. Nor the cheap of pocket. Val goes high-rollin', my friends! In her own mind. The real high-rollers would laugh at the thought. Snort, probably, and then hee-haw like pompous asses, belittling our larger-than-life, legendary luck-magnet. Because of the five levels of players' cards, Val is only at the very low end of the second level. And that's at her regular local burger casino. Even Hick is at the second level card. No way we'll ever move up to the third level or higher.

Let the official record show that on Oklahoma Casino Minipalooza, Val gambled for two days, in seven casinos, and left with a deficit of...are you ready for this...get support for your soon-to-be-dropping jaws...a total...below what she took to fritter away...A NET LOSS OF $35.38.

That's right. I had all the money I took with me to lose, except for $35.38 of it, socked away in my gambling purse to return home with me. I STILL HAVE A WHOLE LOT OF MONEY LEFT TO GAMBLE ANOTHER DAY!!! If you add on the amount I spent for scratchers on the way there, and the amount I won back on the scratchers (like that $100 winner), I am only in the hole $0.38 for Oklahoma Casino Minipalooza!

Even Steven is my co-pilot. Or at least my Uber driver.

The room for two nights was free. That was one of my casino offers. Probably a $300 value at Downstream Resort. Plus, I had $191 of free play from the assorted casinos, which included regular offers and my birthday-month bonuses. Sure, Hick and I had to eat. And pay for gas. I haven't got the itemized receipts, but I'm going to wager (heh, heh, see what I did there, WAGER, which is a gambling term) that we pretty much came out even on expenses, too, if you count our comps.

I won't show you my biggest win (lest you judge me even more harshly than normal), but I will show you my new second-favorite game. It's Miss Kitty, on a Wonder 4 Tower slot. The bet is $2.40 because it plays 4 games at once, at $0.60 per spin. I hit a regular bonus, not the tower bonus.

The kitties are wild, and the goldfish is the highest paying symbol. I don't know how those 50 lines pay off, but having those kings and ace in the way didn't seem to hurt me much.

Yes, I could have lost my shirt like last time. Lost my shirt, and pants, and foundation garments, and had to exit that casino in just my New Balance and black socks. But thanks to Even Steven, I had a hunch to play my favorite game, Buffalo Gold, one last time before going to bed on our final night. Yes, it was after 1:00 a.m. when I got myself a free Diet Coke refill, and plopped down to go high-rollin' in one final attempt to recoup my at-the-time losses.

Let's just say that Even Steven was sittin' on my shoulder, not at all annoyed by the sound of me crunching the ice from my soda. He came through in a big way, and I took that money and ran. Okay. Hobbled slowly. To the cash-out machine, pretty sure that I was close to having that money won back.

I must admit, this Oklahoma Casino Minipalooza was one of the best birthday gifts that Hick has given me. It didn't cost HIM anything, and it only cost me $35.38.*

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* Excluding the cost of Hick's gambling stake, which came half from our joint checking account, and half from my big scratcher ticket that we cashed in two weeks ago.
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