Screwed Again At Immaculata's Festival

So Jim and I went to the annual Immaculata festival in Mt. Adams last night with Terri. And, Jim and I lost our annual asses too! Blackjack is my nemesis. I was actually nearly even at 11:45 last night but decided to go "all in" for the sake of the church. It must've been all that draft beer. It f&%ks with my head.

So, we got there around 7ish, sat outside, talked for a while, had a couple of beers and Jim and I ate our dinner (a burnt cheeseburger for me and a goetta sausage for Jimmy). I ended up seeing two girls that I graduated high school with too. I'm always surprised when people recognize me - I think I have a forgettable face. Anyway, Jim was all antsy to go start losing, I mean gambling so we headed inside, found a table, sat down cashed bills in for chips and we were on our way. Unfortunately, we had chosen a Texas Hold 'Em table that none of us knew how to play. Jim folded immediately. The dealer was very kind, however, and walked Terri and I through what we were doing. I was dealt an ace and queen of hearts. The dealer dealt himself 3 hearts (I had a flush). I originally bet $2. A few people called that or checked or whatever and then the last guy goes "all in" ($11). Everyone folded except for me. I called, flipped my cards and everyone cheered because my hand was apparently unbeatable and suddenly I was $18 richer! Terri and I cracked up, and I apologized profusely to the guy across the table as I collected my winnings and went to a Blackjack table (where I proceeded to lose all my money over the next 3 hours). Ah well. I do feel bad for our dealer. At one point I said, "Hey dealer, what's your name?" He goes, "Bill" and I said, "Bill, you suck!" Not everyone at our table thought that was funny (effin holy rollers - can't take a joke - while they gamble and drink!)

K - gonna go make breakfast and hang with my pups today. Probably do some work since it's nasty out (cloudy and hotter than Hades).

Ooh, and Terri and I are gonna start a new business on the Internet selling Indulgences - $5 a pop. You know, like the church was doing in the 1500s with Pope Leo X (I just did this chapter for my World History class) selling people their spots in heaven. The more indulgences you have, the better your chances of getting into heaven - no matter how evil you were. I'd even do, say 1 for $5 or 5 for $20! [Do you know, last night, one of the dealers (the wife of our dealer) who is a catholic school teacher, didn't even know what an Indulgence was? How ridiculous is that?] I do believe, I may end up in hell or at least purgatory. I better put myself down for about 10 indulgences.

K - later.