So this weekend was our annual road trip with my cousin, the professional poker player.
The cirlce of soul mates and I took off for jolly old Tunica MS to get the royal treatment, have fun, drink, party, gamble, eat, and just about any other decadent thing that we could do.
It's a good thing that we didn't go to Vegas this year, because as you know, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens in Tunica is written about in my blog for all to hear....
It never ceases to amaze me how some people live their lives. I say this because my cousin is treated real, real well by these casino establishments, because of the amount of money he gambles. Hell, it isn't his money. He gets investors and he gambles their money.
I don't know about you, but at my school "professional gambler" was not on the list during career day...
So we stayed in a couple of rooms that were bigger then my house. We had facials and steams and pedicures and facials and manicures and massages. All for free. They sent up big baskets of fruit and wine and cheese and pretty much anything our little hearts desired-for free.
Why do they give rich people all the free shit? That is REALLY what I would like to know. I'm not a real materialistic person, but damn could I get used to living like that...
We had a wonderful time, didn't get in any trouble which either means it's the seventh sign, or we are growing up. I prefer to think it is the seventh sign!
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