Thursday, December 30, 2010

Crazy Stuff Happens in Oklahoma

I promised to post some of the funny stuff that happened while we were in Oklahoma, so here goes.
One night last week in Tulsa, we decided to go to the Hard Rock Casino for a couple of hours.  A friend, Doug, was in town, so we picked him up at his hotel.  We all made promises to each other we’d only stay for a couple of hours.  I already said that, didn’t I?
Yeah.  Doug doesn’t even like to gamble, and just went to spend time with us.
We don’t gamble often, nor do we stake big bucks.  I don’t play table games.  ThatManILove doesn’t play slots.  So, we’re often apart once we’re in the casino.
Doug would go hang out with ThatManILove, then he’d come play some quarter slots with me.
I quickly got tired, and so did Doug.  We agreed we’d go rescue ThatManILove and go back to our respective hotels, so to the tables we went.  We quickly found ThatManILove, so started watching.
The blackjack dealer won’t let a bystander hang around long, and ThatManILove was on a mini-roll.  I turned to the quarter machines right behind the table, so that once Doug talked him into leaving, I’d be right there.
Doug comes over to my machine, and we play together for a minute.  Then, Doug says, “I’m gonna go get some of his drink.”  
Fade back about five years.  We’re in Las Vegas, with friends.  Serious gambling friends, the kind that know what they’re doing and do it well.  It’s been a long night, I’m major bucks ahead, so I tell ThatManILove I’m going to bed.  He’s not been doing well, all night - our friends have been teasing him that the ATM machine is NOT a slot machine.
I go to bed, and several hours later, ThatManILove wakes me up.  He’s a little under the weather, and figured out that the waitress kept topping off their bloody marys without permission.  At that point, he decides he’s never going to drink and gamble.  
Back to Doug.  I said, “ThatManILove doesn’t drink!”  Doug said, “Okay.  I’ll be back.” And back he comes, with ThatManILove’s drink.  He said, “We’re sharing.”  I said, “Ooookkkaaaayyyy.”  We laugh.  I’m ready to go, but Doug keeps telling me ThatManILove is on a roll.  There’s lots of activity at the table, laughing, whooping, so I acquiesce.
And then Doug says, “I didn’t know ThatManYouLove smokes.”  I say, “He doesn’t!”  Doug grins, and says, “Really?  Look!”
Sure enough, ThatManILove is dangling a lit cigarette from his fingers.  Foiled again.
Finally, we leave.  I’m driving, as it’s obvious that once again, that waitress, who must have migrated from Vegas to Oklahoma, has been surreptitiously topping off ThatManILove’s drink.
We get to the Renaissance, which is a square shaped hotel.  We go up to the Club floor, to get water for our room.  We get back to the elevator bank, which opens up to a big waiting area.  We’re waiting for our elevator, and ThatManILove is talking, talking, talking.  I’m trying to keep him quiet for the other sleeping guests, which only leads to a lot of giggling and laughing between us. 
I take a step back, and he takes a step forward, still talking.  I decide to give it a test. I take another couple of steps back, and he matches me.  It’s like we’re perfectly matched...we could have been on Dancing With The Stars.  I back some more,  and he follows me all across the waiting room, until we’ve completed a perfect figure eight, finalizing our little impromptu dance in the elevator.
We get to our room before I crack up laughing and explained to him what he’d done.
He loved it, and has laughed about it ever since!
I love this man - this man who doesn’t ever drink when he gambles, and who certainly would never smoke in a casino!




5 comments:

  1. Awesome story.

    And I am a beast on the black jack tables. I have had friends and family leave me in the casino because I will sit on a table winning for so long.

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  2. But how much did he win? Enough to pay for the room?

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  3. Awww, guys. He always does good at the blackjack tables...if he's not drinking and smoking! ;)

    OFT - you and ThatManILove probably need to go gamble together! But you're like us if you live in Houston - you gotta travel to play!

    The room was paid for by my expense account because we were at an oilfield industry event. Woot!

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  4. Do you think if I drink Bloody Mary's and smoke I could learn to dance?

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  5. Sharon - I totally believe you could learn to dance...and without the drinking and smoking! Get on it!

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