Apparently, Weds == Good luck!

So, we spontaneously went to a casino.

It was easy enough. We were in Gatineau to look for some stuff that Quebec does better than Ontario, and on the way back there was this casino, and we were curious.

So we went, and wandered around. And noted who was apparently a prostitute vs. who was just dressed like one.

We cashed in ten dollars into quarters, and that was our gambling bankroll. Other than that, we had a couple of drinks (well, I was driving and am a frightening lightweight, but on the night Weds had a couple of drinks), and we spent the ten bucks on slot machines here and there.

We left with our ten bucks having become twenty-six dollars and twenty five cents.

We attribute our good luck to Fand, she who disguises herself as a sea bird and trains celtic ninjas in the art of urban infiltration. And also to our deciding to actually just play ten bucks regardless of result, but I digress. In Fand's name, we offered up some kind of chocolate martini girl drink thing, because... well, because.

Also, one woman wore white tights that had a built in sash in front of her pelvis. Well, sort of tights -- at the bottom, they flared into drapey bell bottoms. She looked like she had a day job as a 1970's kickboxing eyecandy bodyguard for a Bond villain.

And someone at one of the bars sang the acoustic cover of Layla. In French.

So, you know. A good time.

Except for the guy singing Layla. Jesus Christ.