Heavens to Betsy (1).

[puddingcat]

It turns out, the price of a meal for two at Tiger Tiger is £260,000.

In other words, I went to Casino Royale there², turned £10,000 of chips into £260,000³, and consequently won the casino. The prize being the meal for two; shame I don't have anyone to share it with. I didn't fall out of my dress, off my heels, or over in the gutter on the way to the bus stop, so overall I consider it an evening well spent.




1 - Who is Betsy, anyway?

2 - as organised by Pro Manchester

3 - by starting small on Blackjack, then trying to figure out craps, being told I really didn't want a come bet (whatever that is) and instead repeatedly throwing what I needed to double my stake. Somehow.

Comments

[nannyo.livejournal.com]

did you pick up a superspy while there? Or have to use any of your mega gadgets? Or are YOU in fact the superspy? Hmmmmmm, I had best not keep asking questions, if I know what's good for me. I have just realised you own two fluffy cats, and a lair, so I had better do what you say!
N.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

And I work for a firm named after a Bond villain!

(unfortunately, no superspies; just many drunken and obnoxious lawyers & bankers. The three nicest people were litigators.)

[norfolkian.livejournal.com]

You did better than me: last time I wore my heels I did fall off them and gave myself a nasty bruise on the elbow.

[pmoodie.livejournal.com]

Blinking flip! That's got to be some meal!

If you're this good at gambling I'd happily team up with you and share your winnings.

You can do the hard work and I'll kind of suavely hang around nearby in a tuxedo, drinking Vodka Martinis, waggling my eyebrows and making cheap one-liners at passing hotties. Sound like a deal?