An odd approach to a night out

Yesterday a really good friend from high school visited me from out of town. Him and I are very close and have gone on some wacky adventures. He is crazier than I am, which is a good thing because he drives me to do stuff that I wouldn’t normally do. Now we have all had our adventures here in life so I won’t go into elaborate detail, but I am sure you yourself have had your own brand of fun. So we can relate that some stories best go unsaid. Like the one time we got caught in the middle of two strippers and the cartel… Just kidding. That does sound fun though.
Last night him and I decided to go to the bars. Normally we are only weekend warriors, but in honor of his visit we decided to punish our livers. Jaeger shots began the night and plenty of beers followed. Of course we had our eyes open and saw some potential chicks to engage. Our strategy is simple, he is the wrecking ball and I am the clean up crew. Ha, I wish. He is an ice breaker and fearless but can be reckless and go to far. I am mellow and stay cool, which balances us both out. What was said about this night, wasn’t our failed attempt to pick up chicks but that I started doing the math beer math in my head. My love of gambling at online casinos is both a curse and a blessing. A blessing because I can afford to pay for both our drinks at a nice bar; a curse because I’ve become an odds stacker and a penny pincher.
My thought process last night, 6 shots, 3 beers, cab fare home before meeting girls $42 ($3 shots, $4 beers, $12 cab fare). Since I usually start at $5 a hand in blackjack, that’s 8 potential hands. Getting pricey, but it’s a special occasion. But than we started talking to the chicks, order round of drinks. Girls = 2x$6, guys 2x$4 (we are now at $62 or 12 hands). Friend starts getting pretty drunk and orders round of shots (happy hour special tequila) at 4x$3 (now at $74 or 14 hands). Now normally on a good night at the online casino I double my opening amount of $200 and walk away with $400. On bad nights I cut myself off after losing $100. Thankfully if things are going bad I know how to cut myself off. Unless I have been drinking, like last night. At this point in the story I am pretty damn inebriated. I am also getting close to cutting myself off. If we didn’t get numbers soon I might surpass my $100 dollar limit of failure. This time I order another round two rounds of tequila, I need to make a big bet here and try and capture at least some digits to save the night (98$ or 19 hands) and to make money you gotta spend money.
At this point the girls are getting very giggly and me and my buddy give each other the nod. It’s was time to get serious and we seriously failed. They had called a cab already and had ‘thoroughly enjoyed our company’ and my booze. They had baited us perfectly and got us (me) to buy them drinks all night. I had to applaud them, they had lured me into the pot with their girlie wiles, and I bet big and lost. After the tip, I was out $113 with only a drunk friend to show for it. I had bet 22 hands and had lost big that night. Now had I won… well we all know the value of a good night.
After last night I hope that I am not the only one who recalls nights out like nights at the casino.