1. Ed got up at the crack of self-employed and and delivered a guy a load of gravel, went home, cleaned up, and then picked me up at Mom's at 8 a.m., right on schedule and we were on our way to the annual November weekend at the Wildhorse Casino in Pendleton.
2. Ed and I arrived at Jake's, Ed parked his pickup, and we climbed into Jake's Subaru and drove straight to Ritz Roadhouse in Ritzville and devoured a big breakfast, building a good foundation for the big weekend to come at the Wildhorse Casino in Pendleton.
3. Mike arrived ahead of us. We met, went to the check-in area, figured out our hotel rooms, found out that being such excellent patrons meant our rooms were comped, and, for me, the fun of failure began, but before the machines reached into my pocket and took every twenty dollar bill I carried, I slipped into the Wildhorse Sports Bar for a frosty Budweiser and then joined the boys in the Hot Rock Cafe for a burger and some fries. Refreshed, nourished, I returned to the casino floor and my bad luck continued. Ha! What did I expect!
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