We used to drive out to Atlantic City to the casino's. This was before all the surrounding States were getting into this money making action...I would say I would go in heat about three or four times a year, I would work my charms and off we would go. This was when I was into my gambling bit. Oh, I just forgot...I had taken the Venetian blog off...Maybe I will add it again..I am sure that each and everyone of you who know me just from my writing could tell that I love gambling. We have been to Las Vegas about ten times, but I am now out of my terrible addiction so to speak. No, I may as well speak...I liked it too much. I will admit this and shout it loud... It is not a place for me.... Between this and working in a kitchen filled with pies, cakes and chocolate fudge, I am hooked..But this was to be an Atlantic City trip and that is where this blog goes.... 

The time I will speak about we stayed at Harrah's on the Marina. We had a two room suite which was beautiful. All Free....Breakfast in the room, room service all the best. It was comp. That is funny. It was comp from the time before so probably cost us about $3,000 for three nights. Those guys kept track of me all the time..I had heavy fingers on the slot machines. They knew who to comp. They knew who stayed up all night at the slot machines as she was sure she was going to be the next big two million dollar winner. But saying this remember this was years ago. Actually it was before I discovered SEX. I mean now I am so completely liberated that life is just a blast. It is late here and I should be in bed but I have had three bottles of Diet Pepsi and am on a roll. THIS IS A TRUE STORY. We were at Harrah's and had eaten dinner. Now after dinner, I had my way with my man and it was bye baby, you go your way and I will go mine. That afternoon we had some hot sex as I wanted the evening to myself...I knew how to get it...Gosh, I am truly rotten...So, that's life...He and I both gambled different. He did not spend much, I did. He did not know this, I did. Once in a while we would meet, but not that often. We were both in the same casino and usually he would find me but I would be in a trance at my slot machine and when I am on a roll there was not one person that was allowed to talk to me. I was convinced even if the air changed directions, it would change my luck. Superstitious, you have no idea. Now I know better...At least I hope I do...

I was playing a $5 slot machine of poker. It had five different coin deals so if you are playing all five of them you are playing at $25 per hand. Somehow, I swear on my life, when I go into a casino I never looked at those things as money. They just were things that I hit to make the machine go. I had put in $100 bill into the slot money deal giving me 20 pulls. Figured I would blow it all. So hit the five deal and lost it all. Hit another 5 for $25 and got four of a kind. I never even sat down. I was standing over the back of the seat and just hitting the little mother's as fast as they came up. Whatever looked good, I hit and whatever I was doing it was going crazy. I would just keep on banging them away. I got four of a kind and the coins were ringing in like mad. At one time I looked and I had around 600 coins coming or $3,000. It was just a joke. I never thought of what I was doing but kept on doing it. All the sudden two men appeared in back of me...I noticed them and saw them whispering. Both of them had suits on and were talking to themselves watching me standing up in back of the chair pounding away as fast as the cards came up. It was fun. I was winning like mad. Finally one of them came up and asked me if they could do anything for me. Did I need a room or something to eat or some dinner reservations. I told them no that I was just playing and we were staying here and were already set up for dinner tomorrow. They said that they knew I was staying here and asked me if they could do anything for me tonight as there were some great live show acts at the Boardwalk..I remember thinking why did they ask me if I wanted a room when they already knew I was staying here...Only later did I find out that when someone is going hot on a machine that security checks into them...Maybe they check to see if people are putting slugs into them, I don't know...Seeing I used the Harrah's card, they knew who I was...They also mentioned that there was a big fight at Trump's Casino. They said that I could have the limo for the night and they would take me anywhere and I would have the driver all night. They would get me tickets for whatever I wanted. I told them no politely to please go away as they were changing my luck. They were and I was getting very PO...Finally they left but it was too late. My luck had changed. I started to lose and cashed out furious for their breaking my magic spell of winning...Come to think of it, I still am mad about it...

I then looked around the casino to show my husband my winnings. Finally I found him playing some poker machine. Proudly I showed him what I had won and then told him of what they had offered me for the night. When I told him they had offered me the limo for the night and the fights at Trump's, I thought the man would choke... I have never in my life seen a man's face get so red and furious and just about explode. He could not believe that I did not think of him going to the Boardwalk and the fights. He would have loved it and why didn't I check around and have him paged to find him. I tried to explain that I did not know where he was but he was livid with anger. Like he expected me to leave my wonderful machine to go to find him for a stupid boxing match??.. To this day, I do not go there....but we all know that I am right....  

Looking back on this, I didn't think I was wrong, but he sure did, does and will until the day the curtains come down. If anyone wants to get him going, and believe me they do, they bring this up. Our kids are great at this. But I truly wonder how many wife's would have gone to find their husband's when they were busy on a slot machine doing their thing? I don't think many...So my question to myself about this whole happening is....Have I learned anything out of this? And my answer is: ............YES..........Don't tell him a dam thing...Take Care, Caroline.