I went down to the casino floor earlier today to do some gambling. I figured I’d take the $20 I still had allotted for gambling and play the dollar slots. Even if I didn’t win a single thing, I figured it would be a good time and I could drink a few Kaluha/milk cocktails (my favorite drink of the moment).

I walked off the casino floor twenty minutes later with $290 in my pocket.

Tonight I decided to head back down to the floor at midnight. I took $20 with me again, and went straight to the dollar slots yet again. I blew through 19 of those dollars pretty quickly, and was on my last bet. I haphazardly pulled the handle, figuring that I could wrap things up, head upstairs and go to sleep.

Suddenly, the machine started beeping crazily, with lights flashing and all manner of sound effects coming out of it. The little screen said CALL ATTENDANT, so I pressed the service button, thinking that I’d probably broken the machine or something. The attendant, a very pretty girl named Christie, comes over, takes a look at the machine, and then tells me “congratulations!”

I’m sitting there wondering what the congratulations are for. Christie smiles and tells me I’d hit the jackpot! I looked at the wheels for the first time and saw this: 5 Times Pay, 7 Bar and 5 Times Pay. Christie asked me for my ID, and I give it to her. She goes to the bank and comes back with a LOT of money and hands it to me. I’m not gonna reveal how much, but I had to sign a tax form and get a Player’s Club card. I’m apparently getting some comps, too; I’ll find out in the morning what they are, although I doubt they’ll do me much good since we’re leaving tomorrow night.

Once I got my cash, I immediately quit gambling and came upstairs. I’m WAY ahead, something that I never thought I’d be Saturday when I lost nearly all my allotted gambling cash on blackjack. I figured I’d go ahead and quit, because I don’t feel like losing any of this money. I’m perfectly content and happy; my first trip to Vegas was a highly profitable one.

Man, I love slots.