I am not, nor have I ever been, a gambler. So when I received this in the mail today, I thought to myself “Wha-hhow… did this happen?”. I could only think of one person to blame. Jack Johnson.
Why Jack? Let me tell you why Jack. A few weeks ago a friend of mine received obscenely sweet VIP tickets to the Jack Johnson show and we decided they couldn’t go to waste. We attempted to listen, but could barely sit still in our jaw dropping seats – our tickets had twenty-five dollars of gambling green on the flip-side. If only Jack had held our attention…
We bolted before the show was half over, gripping our tickets like gold. We signed up for players’ cards, received our free funds, and raced towards the Lucky 7s. As quickly as we received the virtual money, it was lost.
But tonight, accompanying our coupons and gold cards was an elite card that granted us access to the Plum Room for dinner. Crab claws, sushi, cheese boards, pastries, and -wait for it- shrimp the size of your face! I still maintain that I am not a gambler, but this… If points get me this… The fact that I’m even having these thoughts… I blame you, Jack Johnson.