The Casino

After just a day, it had become normal to say yes to everything. It's only a challenge though to say yes to something when you've got a lot on or if the question or request is particularly challenging.

However, on Monday evening after cooking a particularly brilliant lasagne, my housemate, Nick, suggested going to see to the cinema. We ended up going to see the new Johnny English film and it was quite funny and well worth the money. It was upon leaving the cinema though that we followed up on an idea that Nick had earlier mused that we go to the casino afterwards.

So we entered the realm of financial uncertainly. The casino is a place I have only frequented in Reading. I dare not venture into a casino outside of Reading. It is safe. It is a second home. It is comfortable. Well, as safe, homely and comfortable that a casino can be.

Nick won fairly big. I didn't. I lost £20. £20 of what is technically my Mum's hard earned money. I effectively just wasted two hours of her working life. On a moral level, I felt like a nasty piece of work. It was the equivalent of stealing the neighbour's dog and then handing them back the dead corpse.

The next day, after attending my debut Ultimate Frisbee training session, I went out with Nick and a few of his friends to the new club in town, Lola Lo. It isn't the greatest club that Reading has ever seen. The fact it took about 45 minutes to get a drink indicates this point quite well. However, we rounded the night off by going to the casino with two politics course mates.

The beauty of this casino is that you can buy food and get the bill back in chip form. So, after all having steak, we gambled away to varying degrees of success. Luckily, I managed to break even, however, I was still angered at my previous day loss.

Wednesday soon approached and we were in town again. After a very random McDonalds, we were walking past our now regular hotspot in Reading. The casino was standing there, proud and tall. We walked past the casino and looked at each other. We both knew we wanted to go in. It felt wrong, but it really felt oh so right.

We walked in and soon a sign seemed to be there. A sign that the casino gods wanted us to win. All we had to do for a free £5 chip was to 'Like' their page on Facebook. Easy. £5 chip please. We marched upstairs and won big. Well I say big, for me, just to win felt fantastic. I won £30 and had cleared that £20 loss from Monday.

We left and my conscience over losing that money on Monday had cleared, even though I felt very dirty for visiting the casino three days in a row.

The Yes Philosophy

You're probably wondering about the lack of posts recently. Well, I've moved back to University into my new house with my new housemates but there's one small snag. We haven't sorted out the Internet yet. Or the tv come to think of it.

Now, there's always been something I've wanted to do and I realised today after spending yesturday night home alone as I was ill I got really bored. I woke up this morning after a lenghty sleep and decided it was time to do what I have always wanted.

Anyone who knows me or follows this blog will know I'm a fan of Danny Wallace. You see, I want to follow what he did in Yes Man and say yes to everything. It seems like the right time.

Here's the deal. I've decided that I'm going to set the time frame to be two weeks. That's right two weeks of relentless usage of the word yes.

You'll be glad to know that Day 1 was already a partial success. I decided to head to the library and I ended up saying yes to entering a writing competition for the newspaper i. From there I ended up going to dinner with a housemate and a few of his friends and it culminated in going to a house party, although that wasn't the greatest event ever.

Anyway, I shall report back in two weeks. In the meantime, I'm off to Dublin on Friday and I'm sure I'll have a story to tell from that.