I turned 32 this summer. My birthday typically brings about all manner of celebration and fanfare, but 31 was a slump-of-a-year, and I decided I didn’t want a big party. Andrew and I had planned to check out the new casino in our area – with plans to keep the night low-key.
My mom and my grandma ended up wanting to come – totally random, I know. We went to dinner first, and then hit the penny slots. I heart penny slots. Penny slots are my jam.
There was a point in the night that my straight-laced husband said, “If you stopped playing right now, we’d have enough to get matching anchor tattoos.”
I’ve been wanting matching anchor tattoos for a while. I played down my $100 winnings just slightly and then decided to cash out.
And so, off we went with birthday money from my grandma, and our $80 penny slot winnings to the tattoo place.
I got mine on my foot.
Andrew got his on his leg.
My favorite part of the night was when my dear husband explained to the pretentious (read: way cooler than us) tattoo people that we wanted an anchor tattoo to symbolize us being anchored to each other.
Later I told him that the tattoo people were probably thinking, “Oh, really? We’ve never heard that one before. So original.”
He’s so cute.
It really was a great birthday – one of the best ones I’ve had in a while. And, all cheesiness aside, we really are anchored together – more after this past year than ever.
NOW. While you’re here, can you do me a favor? I entered a very abbreviated version of this tale in the Maryland Live Casino Stories contest and I’m one of the finalists! I think winning tattoo money at the penny slots is 1) incredibly classy and 2) deserving of a win. SO…PLEASE GO HERE --
And vote for me! Will you? : )
Votes have to be in my October 10th, so don’t procrastinate!
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