‘Gambling Is Super Weird’

So Mr. and Mrs. Ladyfriend went to Vegas. Not by choice, per se. (Cue: Guns blazing! Kidnapped and forced to gamble! Massive casino heist!) Mza and I discussed the oddity of Mr. Ladyfriend in the grossglitz of that crazyland, with his ever-serious face and elegant gestures.

She made it all make sense, however, with this proclamation: “He does skew rat-packy,” she said.

And now from Mrs. Ladyfriend:

Mrs. Ladyfriend: He plays poker, and he played in Vegas. Two nights in a row until like, 4:30 a.m.

McBickle: Oh man.

Mrs. Ladyfriend: But he won money, so that's good.

Mrs. Ladyfriend: He came back, and threw hundreds at me and said, "Buy something frivolous!"

McBickle: Noooooo. Nooooooo.

Mrs. Ladyfriend: Right?! So funny.

McBickle: He WON?

Mrs. Ladyfriend: Yep.

McBickle: Nice!

Mrs. Ladyfriend: Yea. He's really good at poker, and poker is more skill-based, less luck.

McBickle: How much did he win?

Mrs. Ladyfriend: Wellll, the first night, he won $200.

McBickle: Wow.

Mrs. Ladyfriend: But then the second night, he lost $100 of that $200. So for the whole weekend, he's up 100. (I got to keep it.)

Mrs. Ladyfriend: Anyway, it was hilarious. He had such a swagger and he smelled like gin and cigarettes and money.

Mrs. Ladyfriend: I was like, you must shower before you get into bed with me. Then the next night it was the exact opposite.

McBickle: This is killing me.

Mrs. Ladyfriend: He lost $100, some guy mocked him for some bet, and he came home sulking, and like, crawled into bed.