With no plans for Friday night and a pocket full of money, I figured I'd test my luck at the casino. I called up Flockhart and it was on. I made the trip with $110 in my wallet and I only planned on spending $100 at the blackjack table. In other words, I was willing to lose $100 while playing blackjack but I obviously wanted to beat the house and come home with some extra dinero. The first $50 seemed to go by fast. This was not the night to be playing blackjack. Those dealers had the hot hand like it was a freakin conspiracy. So I decided to take a break while I still had $50.

After my extended halftime, I returned to the table and had some luck. They switched dealers and this new chick dealt me two blackjacks in a row. Then out of nowhere, this other dealer comes to replace her. When the hell does a dealer leave the table after two hands. More importantly, why are they hating on me getting my money back? After a while, Riverside Casino was the proud owner of all of the $100.

As I left the blackjack table, an enticing slot machine was calling my name. "Ricky.... Ricky.... RICKY!" So I walked over to the quarter slot machine and put my last $10 in there. I'm glad I did. An hour and change later, I flipped that $10 into $120. At one point, I had over $140. So after all that losing and winning, I still came home a winner. I came home plus $10. Go me!