11-11-11

Jeff had a date with lady luck on 11-11-11 and lost his heart to her fickle hand.
But what a thrill to step up to a roulette table after a birthday dinner with Katie, Lizzy and Nick along with all the other superstitious gamblers as the clock ticked toward 11 p.m.

One such group, nicely dressed in black, gathered near us and talked excitedly among themselves. I wondered if they were going to blow up The Paris at 11:11 p.m. but thankfully they only wanted to cash in on the unusual number phenomenon.



Five guys plunked down two hundreds and received two black chips which they stacked straight up on 11.  If the ball landed on 11, the table payout would have been $7,000 each or $35,000 for them and then whatever Jeff and others had down. Bedlam at The Paris!

The air was electric with expectation. We all held our breath for the 11:11 p.m. spin. It was like a slow motion scene out of a movie. The ball bounced into 11 for a split second, the bounced out. Drained of emotion, the five and their friends simply walked away. Did they have any regrets? I'm guessing the anticipation of planning the moment was just as thrilling for these young men who had to show their drivers' license to place a bet. And Jeff? He kept on betting the night away. I lasted until midnight, then sauntered up to bed with sweet dreams of the morrow.