Lots O Shekels vs. Mucho Dinero

I'm off to Atlantic City in just a few hours and I can't wait. I'm stupidly excited that I have to check in through the "black label" line for my free room at the Borgata, which is appropriate since apparently, it's my "happy place."

To prepare for people staring at my hands, I just got a manicure -- superstitiously, I chose color entirely by the name. They had Daring Diva, Mucho Dinero, and Lots O Shekels. Interesting fact: Did you know, in the good old days of the Old Testament, the going price for seizing and lying with a virgin was 50 silver shekels? You could buy a lot of barley with that kind of dough. I wrote a poem about that fact once, and therefore, I've got Silver Shekel fingertips.

My bankroll for the weekend is more than twice what I usually bring to a casino to gamble with, but I take comfort in the fact that it's almost exactly the amount I've won from the Thursday Night boys since January.

I got a pedicure as well. The color? "Party all night." My feet want to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time...