WSOP time. The Ocho and I leave Pure at Caesars with two girls who had flown in for the weekend. The Ocho has had a pretty tough month in the pit and is down to his case 3k. He's a pretty superstitious guy- especially when it comes down to red/black roulette coinflip-type bets. He hates to look at the wheel, never bets against anybody we know, etc. After much gin-fueled deliberation and planning, The Ocho and I slap down 2k each on black. Just before the dealer waves no more bets, Dani decides to stick a huge black voodoo thunder-[censored] up our collective ass and bet 30 dollars on red. WTF.
No, Dani, No!
The Ocho then proceeded to drop his last 1k at the Rhino and spent the remainder of night ever-so-gently spooning Dani whilst not receiving even so much as a sympathy handjob.