Monday, January 31, 2005
The Weekend Update
[Life] Escaped from gambling with pool sharks only to end up gambling on a spinning wheel. At least I didn't get cornered in the bathroom by nine huge blokes like a mate did...
(Continues...)
Friday
Didn't go looking for a big night, but one found me. It sent a messenger in the form of Snewy. I'd been in at the Civic Pub seeing Annabelle & Brenton before they headed off on their big trip, then headed over to the pub southside. Cliffy & co were heading home early to watch Super Troopers and Snewy wanted to kick on.
Up at the Kingo, we found the only spare pool table and had a couple of games before a couple of guys challenged us for the table. Having sunk four balls from one shot (three of them my own) and making Snewy speechless, and noticing that these guys were slurring their speech a little, I was feeling pretty confident. In retrospect that might have been part of an act; they wiped the floor with us. The first game almost saw us pantless, but we clawed back and did ok in the second. We decided to check out what was happening in the rest of the pub when they started whispering about wagers.
Over in the Kingo's disco Snewy morphed into a dancing machine, telling me that dancing was just a matter of moving feet. Up on the dancefloor, he pressed flesh into the glass door to entertain the kids outside, even inspiring some of them to come inside & dance with him. The highlight of the night was the 15 minutes, while taking a break from the sticky floor and organ-shaking bass, in which Snewy had to negotiate his way out of the mens with nine f*cking huge guys who suspected him of being a narc. Upon his return, and me asking if it always took him 15 to get relief, the look of absolute disbelief and bewilderment on his face was priceless. Still not sure if the look was shock or some side-effect from what he had to do to convince the guys he wasn't looking to bust 'em.
Saturday
With the top temp forecast to be 34, I figured an air-conditioned cinema would be the best place to be for a while, so I saw the Ray Charles bio-pic Ray. By the time I got home, Joss had most of her stuff out and was doing some final clean up before hitting the road north for an overnight stop before driving down to Melbourne.
I'd been invited to what passes for a casino in Canberra by the usual crew who like a flutter (M&G, K&R) and when I noticed how eerily quiet it was once Joss had gone, I decided to go, if only for a few hours. I doubled the amount I was willing to lose on real roulette and should have stopped then & there, but then lost most of that when I switched to Rapid Roulette. I felt a bit better about my two-figure ups and downs when I saw one person throw away $200 on one spin of the roulette wheel and saw the guy next to me lose a massive chunk of the four-figure amounts he was playing with on Rapid Roulette.
Sunday
Killed a couple of hours with Far Cry, played with the camera and cleaned the house before the new guy moves in.
[Tags: Life, Canberra, Australia]
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this rapid roulette jig sounds like a pokies machine perversion of the game.
I thought the whole point of roulette was its non rapidity, you just sit around knocking back the free beers and occasionally tossing a few chips down...
That's exactly what it is, because Canberra's casino has no pokies.
I really should've known better.