Winner, winner

We have a date night.  Untz, untz, untz.  Too bad our passports expired; we could really go cray-cray.  Actually, we're off to a dinner thing in St. Paul.  Then we're going to go to the casino and play blackjack.  Julie doesn't know this yet.  She'll probably nix the whole deal.  But still: there's a 1.4% chance I'll win thousands tens of dollars at blackjack.  If she agrees to go.  Which she won't.

Hey, great news: I probably won't lose any money at all playing blackjack tonight.  Can you tell I'm giddy for date night?