First thing in the morning from the bosses: "Brian, well rested after your leave right? Sentry duty on Saturday for live firing." Mosquitoes and boredom galore. And gee, maybe I can try arranging for Mr S.A. Tan to split my soul in half so I can attend Porshee's farewell party while staying on for the night shoot.
We went out to play blackjack today after work was done, gambling against army bums W1, W2, W3 and The Bookie. It was a totally friendly match, we bet friendly amounts equally and no huge losses were made. Then, upon reaching our agreed closing time, The Bookie asked for one final set of 3 rounds. Having a loss of $28, I didn't think another 3 rounds would cause highly significant losses. (My average bet was $10.) W1 is the banker, recovering from a very slight loss like I am.
First round: I bet $20 for kicks because it's the last rounds what, play fast fast and close shop lor. Well, W1 the banker: Blackjack. All hands lose double (-$40 for me).
Second round: Fuck, I need to get SOME of that loss back. Besides, what are the odds of the banker getting blackjack again? I put down a $10.
W1, Blackjack. Another $20 down.
Final round: Hyperventilating now. I gonna win shit back this time. Him winning something special this time is just impossible. Bet a $20.
You know, I don't know if this applies in western Blackjack, but in ban luck there's the thing if you get 5 cards without going bust, you get double the bid? W1 hit the jackpot. -$40.
In the span of 3 rounds I lost $100.
And the very second W1 got his final call, the big boss calls me. The room goes silent. I take the call. "Brian, I've got really bad news for you. We have to send you to Taiwan again for 3 weeks in mid-March. And you're going alone with the officer cadets and this other guy from another unit..."
Highly unlikely to be going to Porshee's party, daylight robbery of $128 (but I deserve it utterly), another trip to a land where I gotta put up with Chinese music 24/7, and have only horny Taiwanese soldiers for company. And more bing1 lang2 mei4 to gross myself out with (not because they dress like whores, but they're just plain ugly)...
God's fair, isn't he?
ED: Giving the length of dedications, the moral of the story actually looks like "Gamblers only lose." Interpret it yourself.
posted by Brian @ 11:07 PM
1 Comments:
but what about the good.. no, spectacular times you had with us? can that even the bad stuff out? and shit man. i know how much you hate taiwan.
p.s. i want my krispy kremes!
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