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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
You Gotta' Know When to Fold 'Em  Getting an invitation for a bachelor party with the theme, "Gamble Your Life Away" should immediately trigger red flags; especially when the race track is involved. I tend to spend a lot of the summer at Randwick Race Course (Mission Impossible II), and was quite disappointed that the George's Main Stakes was to be held at Warrick Farm, due to problems with the controversial all weather track here in the Eastern suburbs of Sydney. I managed to go the entire day without one win, and only three places, stupidly betting against Grand Armee, due to poor odds (losing on good odds still gets you $0). A stupid decision for sure, especially after seeing Grand Armee's run against legendary Lonhro last season.
 It was an interesting (to say the least) atmosphere out at Warrick Farm, much different to the elegance (and gravity defying cleavage) of members at Randwick. Hugo Boss was replaced by Von Dutch, and the fashion parade was reduced to a Girls Gone Wild type extravaganza where a crowd of yabos had to be held back from less than sanitary looking woman in Australian flag bikinis. The train ride back treated us to a carload of drunk pommie woman who sang songs that made me blush.
Once back into the city and a couple of rums later, we were off cruising the harbour drinking Ukranian beer and taking in the icons at night. The vodka was passed around (Eastern European's do it right) and we played a Australian game called Two Up, which is only legal on Anzac Day (and in the harbour, apparently), which I actually made some money at. After that, it was off to the casino, where in the course of 3 hours, I managed to:  1. Lose $100 in the first ten minutes.
2. Insist that doubling down on 12s was a really good strategy. 3. Nearly get killed by a really large man with tattoos on his knuckles. 4. Tell our dealer he looked like Dr. Spoc. 5. Frighten an elderly Asian woman away from our table by offering her a kiss. 5. Gain back $100 and end up with a pocket full of chips... Double Down!!! 6. Wander around the casino at 3.30 am, trying to figure out how to get out. 7. Have a nice security guard help me cash in my chips, find the exit and get a cab. Congrats A.K. and thanks for a great night... Looking forward to meeting my own future Ukrainian wife at the wedding.
... Seppo 11:26 am...
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