We decided we would call in to the Casino on Sunday afternoon for a cocktail to celebrate our wedding anniversary. The carpark was busier than usual and there were hordes of people milling around in the Wintergarden. Clearly there was something on.
We checked in our Rewards card (we joined years ago and haven’t seen a reward yet!) and printed out a couple of vouchers each. One gave us a free $1 Keno ticket but the other gave us 5 $1-coins to use on the pokies - never had that before. It seemed there was to be a draw at 4 o’clock for $1000 and the crowd were all here to try their luck. The Casino is obviously feeling the pinch and are trying to draw in the crowd by offering incentives. I don’t think they were having much luck with the lot that we saw. Marilyn got talking to some of them. Most pocketed the $5, didn’t buy a drink and went home after the draw.
However, we finally found a seat, and I went off to buy the cocktails, a glass of champage for Marilyn and a Whisky Sour for me. The barmaid had never heard of it! Rob Roy? Rusty Nail? No chance! Any whisky- based cocktail? She brought out a tattered folder and starting flicking through – and offered me a Smooth Gentleman or a Tennessee Jack. For goodness sake! By this stage, I would have settled for anything, even Bourbon Whiskey. The Tennessee Jack wasn’t bad but certainly underlined for me why I prefer a proper Scotch.
We met a couple of friends and, while I was talking to them, Marilyn wandered off with the $10 of coins to lose them in the pokies –and came back with $40. Not bad, just about paid for our drinks and afternoon tea.
Marilyn decided at the weekend that she would like to improve her computer skills and hit on the idea of scouring the internet for on-line surveys and freebies- much more interesting than doing mindless exercises. There are a number of sites which will give you points for filling-in a survey and there are various prizes and rewards. There are also lots of places where you can get free samples. One of Jamie’s friends gets stuff in her mailbox every day and has passed on to us samples of tea, perfume, make-up and so on. Marilyn has taken to this with her usual enthusiasm to the point where we have to remind her when it’s time to cook dinner.
When I come in from doing some chore in the yard, she always says, Would you like a cup of coffee? When I say Yes, she now says, Well, you can make it. I suppose she’s getting back at me for all the hours I have spent engrossed in my computer and letting the operation of the house pass me by. It’s all part of life’s rich tapestry and I’ll just have to get used to it.
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