Yin is a Bitch and Yang Can't Hold His Liquor
Piece of advice: Hold on to your yang
After about a month, my karma has finally gotten back on track. My yin and my yang are both getting along and life has been quite enjoyable. This was not the case for the several previous weeks.
About a month ago, I went to Foxwoods to play blackjack. Up to this point I had been doing moderately well in my gambling ventures. I would guess that I was up a couple thousand dollars between Vegas, Foxwoods, and friendly card games. I knew that at some point I was due to take a significant hit because, lets face it, when you gamble at a casino you are supposed to lose. But, on the other hand, who expects to lose or push nearly 20 hands of blackjack in a row. Yes, that’s right. I either lost or pushed nearly 20 hands of blackjack in a row…and I was completely sober. When did I accidentally dance on Mother Theresa’s grave? I mean come on, 20 hands is a lot. Anyways, I ended up losing $400 on that trip to Foxwoods. Then things got personal.
Shortly after that trip to Foxwoods I ended up back in Florida. Now whenever I am in Florida, I always end up playing Scrabble w/ my Aunt P and Uncle M. My Uncle M and I are both a little obsessive and we both hate to lose. So when I started drawing crappy tiles I decided that this whole karma thing had gotten out of control. I mean really, when there is trash talking involved, bad luck is just not acceptable. At some point you just have to go out and find out which bar your yang is boozing it up at and make him get your yin back under control. After looking all over West Palm Beach I finally found my yang hanging out at some hole in the wall bar last Saturday. It turns out that when I was sent back to Connecticut he stayed behind. Here is the conversation:
About a month ago, I went to Foxwoods to play blackjack. Up to this point I had been doing moderately well in my gambling ventures. I would guess that I was up a couple thousand dollars between Vegas, Foxwoods, and friendly card games. I knew that at some point I was due to take a significant hit because, lets face it, when you gamble at a casino you are supposed to lose. But, on the other hand, who expects to lose or push nearly 20 hands of blackjack in a row. Yes, that’s right. I either lost or pushed nearly 20 hands of blackjack in a row…and I was completely sober. When did I accidentally dance on Mother Theresa’s grave? I mean come on, 20 hands is a lot. Anyways, I ended up losing $400 on that trip to Foxwoods. Then things got personal.
Shortly after that trip to Foxwoods I ended up back in Florida. Now whenever I am in Florida, I always end up playing Scrabble w/ my Aunt P and Uncle M. My Uncle M and I are both a little obsessive and we both hate to lose. So when I started drawing crappy tiles I decided that this whole karma thing had gotten out of control. I mean really, when there is trash talking involved, bad luck is just not acceptable. At some point you just have to go out and find out which bar your yang is boozing it up at and make him get your yin back under control. After looking all over West Palm Beach I finally found my yang hanging out at some hole in the wall bar last Saturday. It turns out that when I was sent back to Connecticut he stayed behind. Here is the conversation:
JPR: So. How have you been? Enjoying FL?
YANG: [belch]
JPR: You realize that not only have I lost $400 at Foxwoods but Uncle M has won the last 4 or 5 games of Scrabble. That’s way too much trash talking for me to handle. You really need to come back and get yin under control. She is pissing me off.
YANG: [eyes roll back and he hits the floor] thump!
JPR: Crap.
YANG: [belch]
JPR: You realize that not only have I lost $400 at Foxwoods but Uncle M has won the last 4 or 5 games of Scrabble. That’s way too much trash talking for me to handle. You really need to come back and get yin under control. She is pissing me off.
YANG: [eyes roll back and he hits the floor] thump!
JPR: Crap.
So that brings us to the present. Since enrolling my yang in AA, I have finally started drawing decent Scrabble tiles, cute girls are giving me the time of day and just the other night I won $100 playing poker. If I can somehow avoid accidentally dancing on peoples graves, things ought to be okay.
