A Milestone Passes Without Much Hoopla

Hick and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary yesterday. Okay. We didn't celebrate celebrate. There was no party, no guests, no confetti, no confetti cake. A congratulatory text to each other, and a card, were sufficient. Oh, and Hick put it on his Facebook that he wished me a happy 30th anniversary. Which is kind of cheating, I think, since I'm not on Facebook, and only knew because I questioned why I got a group text from him and The Veteran. At which time Hick said The Veteran had read it on Facebook, and was congratulating both of us. I don't know how all that social media voodoo works. But I accused Hick of just doing that so people would congratulate HIM on his special day.

Anyhoo...we did treat ourselves to a burger lunch at the casino on Saturday. Not the good casino, but the closest one. Hick had no business at his rainy day Storage Unit Store, and called to ask if I wanted to go and have our anniversary dinner at Burger Brothers. Which is not his fault. He wanted to go somewhere nice, earlier in the week, but I did not. So this was his last-minute plan.

I must say that I had a burger, medium, and it was cooked to almost perfection. I only ordered it because the little heavy-accent man was not working the counter. It was a little too done, but still tasty. Just not juicy, which was a good thing, because the place was out of napkins. Hick, my knight in shining blue jeans and long-sleeve T and St. Louis Blues jacket, went to the counter and demanded them, though. I imagine he received the same steely glare as the woman who walked up and whispered, "I just want you to know, your trash cans are piled really high. REALLY high. Tell your manager."

Hick had the chicken strips with ranch dipping sauce. He said they were very good. From what I could see, they had a lot of meat, not just batter.

There are no pictures of my slot wins, because I had very few. Only one good bonus, which was a one-spin thingy where I got a red envelope on the first and last reels. Some days are like that. Most of the games I wanted to play were taken. The place was packed on a Saturday afternoon. Full of OLD PEOPLE! Seriously. When Val is hindered when trying to walk behind somebody slow, you KNOW they're old.

I imagine the crowd was due to the FREE TURKEY giveaway. Oh, please. Don't think they actually hand out live turkeys. Or frozen turkeys. They're VOUCHERS. I didn't even bother to get one. We will be gone to visit The Pony, and I'm not cooking a turkey. I don't know how long the vouchers were good for, or which store would be redeeming them. Hick, who did not have a free turkey offer, said the line was extremely long and blocking the main walkway when he went by. When I passed that area an hour later, I saw no crowd. Maybe they were already out of free turkey vouchers.

Anyhoo...we had a good time. Hick lost less than he was prepared to, even though under interrogation he revealed that he'd lost 60 percent of his casino bankroll. I lost 50 percent of mine, so pardon me for not listening to his advice on how to conserve money. As he pointed out, I did indeed lose more than he. But I also wager more than he, and bring a bigger bankroll. So I think the only fair way to compare is by percentages.

No big deal. I still had my Pony-visit bankroll safe at home, and Hick the arms dealer made some 10-dollar profits Sunday at his Storage Unit Store. So we'll be low- and high-rollin' with The Pony on our visit. Maybe I can get some pictures there. I haven't been threatened about picture-taking in that casino...