Money, money, money … (In she comes out she goes !!!)

This weekend has been all about money…

Here I was crying about spending $50 at the local pub on a few drinks on Friday. Ok this is a place that sells I mug of beer for $2. So how did I manage to spend $50 ???
Did I mention cocktails are $6 each ? Oh yeah and I tip the bartender frequently but that not all we lost 2 games of pool against some drunkards; the price: 4 shots of Jack Daniels (Winner 1, winner 2, bartender and I). My partner a teetotaler, a stranger to my favorite watering hole was clueless about the entire affair. Anyways that apart I certainly had one too many drink and probably tipped the bartender a bit too much. Anyways I usually don’t brood too much if the evening was worth the while, so I guess I should move on to Saturday.

Being the Weekend Warrior that I am (:p) I was very keen on doing something fun this Saturday but alas things were not meant to be I did not find anyone interested in accompanying me in any of my plans and I was not in mood for spending the evening at the rooftop party at the club in NYC. So I decided to proceed with ‘Plan Z’, meet my cousin and uncle at Princeton 60 miles away from home. Bidding farewell to my week old beard (goatie) I headed in pursuit of dinner and drinks with my uncle and cousin which of course was not meant to be as they were already done with dinner by the time I reached my destination. Betrayed and angered I dragged my cousin another 60 miles further south of home to find a drinking hole in Philly and of course this is where it all began.

Philadelphia being the over-crowded, noisy and claustrophobic cousin of New York the only place we could find to drink, eat and chat in peace ‘White Dog Inn’ in uptown Philly. Of course I knew what that meant, food (mushroom tempuras and veggie. wrap) and drinks(crown royal, beer, margarita, hot cider and baileys coffee) for each ;$96 for dinner a small local inn ! ‘Oh come on, how stupid can I be’, I said to myself as I signed on my credit receipt before exiting the pub and yet only seconds after I ended up saying the fated words “So what do you want to do now”. Five mixed drinks later what answer can you expect us to reach. So here we are driving towards the ATM to withdraw cash on our way to ‘Philadelphia Park Casino and Racetrack’.

With $200 in my pocket we decided to hit the electronic table game machines and yes 30 minutes later my pocket felt much much much lighter (2 $20 bills are lighter than 10) so I decided that this was not light enough I placed myself on the Roulette machine. First round and I am left with $11 and what could I decide to do its of course all or nothing, do or die, 11 becomes 29, 29 becomes 24, 24 becomes 60 and here I decide I will not move these 11 coins place at 11 different places no matter what the cost as so it goes on 60 becomes 55, 55 becomes 73 and so on 61 wins later I decide to move on, my pocket now had 4 crisp 100$ and 3 wrinkled 20$ bills. After throwing away the 3 wrinkled bills we decided to walk away and exit the arena. Oh but wait it does not end here…

Sunday afternoon after $45 lunch at a artsy Italian restaurant I decided it was time the 4 of my friends go into hiding, I headed home and went straight to the bank but I guess it was not time for them to disappear yet, the machine would not let me deposit cash putting them back into my pocket I headed to the Laundromat, picking out my sack I headed in, put my clothes into the washer and realized I did not have bottle of washing soap had mysteriously disappeared, I was absolutely sure that I had it with me but knowing me I decided to check the car and unable to find it I slammed the door and headed back in to look for it and not surprisingly left the keys within the locked doors of my car and immediately I realized it was all part of large, mysterious scheme to rid me of one beautiful green friends. Annoyed, tired and stressed I rushed my 3 other green friends to the safety of any bank I could find took in a very deep sigh of relief and wondered if I should go gambling again ???

I am sorry if this was too long and boring. After all this is my first blog I do hope my writing skills will improve, the above is a true narration of events that took place this week. Please do not try to find the net sum that I have eventually ended up with, I really do not want to know. Things I let out from the above story is:
An accident I clearly witnessed and the ruckus the drunken Hispanic lady driver created after that…
How I tried to avoid paying the mechanic for getting the car company to open my car door by posing as someone else and
How I finally got back $100 of $125 that my previous landlord owed me of my security deposit (I am certain that I will not get the remainder 25 from him).

Anyways I have material to post from the previous 2-3 weeks I will post very soon.


P.S.- I still have no clue as to where the bottle of soap disappeared to, I was not in the car or the laundromart...