Vegas Again

Well, Las Vegas is on the prospective trip list again. Apparently the deals on hotels in Vegas are so good that even Mary can no longer ignore them. So we're going to try Sin City in a few weeks if all goes well. Mary is studying the sweet science of craps now and I figure there's going to be three possible outcomes to this:

 

1)       Mary will play for around fifteen minutes and get bored with it and quit (and this would be exactly 10 minutes more than it's taken her to get bored with every other form of gambling).

2)       Mary will be drawn in by the excitement and an early run of luck which will then dissipate and she'll end up back in the room with markers totaling more than our remaining assets after the stock market did its little emulation of a Acapulco cliff diver last fall.

3)       Mary will be drawn in by the excitement and have an early run of luck that will continue for sixteen hours straight, at which point she takes her chips and cashes in, and we retire to the south of France and dabble as bibliophiles specializing in early editions of Jane Austen.

I'm betting on Option 1. I, of course, can be found in wagering the big bucks at the video poker machines (where $1.25 a hand can be considered high stakes indeed for yours truly) and nursing a beer.