#32 Gamble in Vegas

Here it comes: I am heading to Las Vegas in a few hours. I am so excited about this that I can't even attempt to be funny (not that I am ever funny). I'm in giddy-can't sleep-happy slappy mode. I tested my luck on a dollar scratch ticket tonight- and lost. This means I will not play the scratch tickets in Vegas. This also means my luck is not back yet.

I don't know when it happened, but at some point, probably a few months ago, I felt my luck leave me. I've always felt that really interesting opportunities come right to me. It's almost like a guardian angel that tries to make my life interesting rather than safe. Sometimes these things are all-around great, and sometimes they are just wacky twists that don't end too badly. For example, I am ALWAYS an audience volunteer in any show that involves volunteers embarrassing themselves. I dressed up in costume for a local 80's night one night without knowing that they had a $50 best costume prize. I don't ever remember losing at the game of Life (the Milton Bradley one).

Not much has happened lately that I'd call lucky or interesting, and my financial situation has been absolutely dismal for months due to unexpected bills and fees coming seemingly from nowhere (for example, I got last in Massachusetts and got a $50 ticket for getting stuck at the Tobin Bridge without enough for the toll). I feel like my guardian angel gave up on me- and left me to lead an average life.

So on the plane today, I will do what I can to bring luck back to me. I'll try earning some karma by being really nice to people, using the law of attraction by envisioning a montage of the Universe handing me awesome stuff, praying to every deity I know, counting the number of seat on the plane twelve times- whatever it takes to get my luck back. I once read an article that said luck is made up of an open personality with a small bit of randomness. Maybe I haven't been as open. I'll work on that too.