Excess Travel, part four

D.C. garnered a promotion at the meeting, a surprise to him. This now means we have to genuflect in his presence, those of us that are T.S. employees. We also cannot look directly at his enterprise content management goodness, for he glows so bright it would sear the retinae to gaze directly upon his glory.

I tried taking notes for the rest of the meeting, truly, really, honestly, I did. But I did not. This would potentially come back to haunt me during the trivia session, which asked questions based on the information given during the meeting. Poor A.A. had to leave early, and his name came up three times during the meeting. Given the nature of the questions, that was a guaranteed prize, if only he'd stayed a little longer. I actually ended up indirectly the answer to a question: "How many lawyers does [T.S.] employ?" Really, this question had two correct answers, "1" and "too many."

The meeting proper concluded, I made haste to the craps table. This part of trip gets somewhat hazy, but as I recall, I proceeded to lose three hundred dollars in twenty minutes. (Did I mention I have a borderline gambling problem?) It was around this time when I realized that someone else was going to have to hold my credit cards for the remainder of this trip, as happens every time I go a casino for more than a few hours. My hands were starting to shake and sweat, and I could feel myself ready to blow off dinner, stay at the tables, and make my fortune.

Oh, I had a crazy fantasy that I'd win three-point-seven million dollars, put it all in an interest bearing account, and live off of the interest for the rest of my life. All this starting from the five hundred dollars in my pocket. (Did I mention I have a gambling problem?)