  Could it be? Have I really escaped the wraths of the gambling itch? Last night, when Mon and I went back to the Casino, an older man in the parkade warned us, "Save your money, girls! No one is winning tonight! " We thought that he was just an unlucky bastard and laughed and walked away, but little did we know that he was correct. When we got inside, Mon immediately went to play her once-lucky Underground Money machine, aka the "mole game", but like the previous casino visit, it was no longer lucky for her. She fared a bit better on Money Storm, my once-lucky machine that won me $111, but greed consumed the both of us and we refused to cash out despite being up $20.
I went to play Wheel of Fortune because a couple of my friends had won on those machines, but it wasn't lucky for me. I tried my hand at the blackjack tables, where I had a bad blackjack experience due to a bossy tablemate who claimed he was "teaching" me, but only managed to piss me off. He would tell me when to play and when not to play, when to stand, when to hit, and when to double down. At first, I hesistantly listened to him, but soon after I rebelled like a child, and purposely did what he did not want me to do, just to prove a point.
Well that didn't pay off, and I ended up busting my way off the table. Oh well, c'est la vie. The whole table seemed to feel that because I kept busting, I was the reason why they lost since I "took" the cards that could had been theirs (and the dealer's); unbeknownst to me, this was apparently some of sort "blackjack strategy" that I was unaware of. By the end of the night, Mon and I both lost, and left the casino depressed, a drastic constrast to our giddy behaviour from the beginning of the night. No longer did we feel the urge to win back our losses; instead, we saw gambling as it is: a dangerous addiction. I am still up $50 in the long run. Perhaps I should quit while I am ahead! 
