In Cherokee with my friends. I’m playing Craps, they are drifting in and out, playing their games, occasionally checking on me. They roll up on me, a little loud, a little tipsy as I’m shooting.
‘Philip, what you doin’?’
Table glares in unison. I’m holding dice, on a roll.
Me, unphased: ‘I need a 3 and a 12.’
Tipsy friend one: ‘Whatsat mean?’
Drunk friend two, loudly, ‘Shhhhhhhh, he’s rolling!’
Me: ‘It’s fine. Here’s the 3.’
I roll ace deuce. Table murmurs happily. Small side pays.
Friends titter. I take a sip of wine. Collect my 450. ‘Now I need the 12. That’s harder.’
Calm friend three nods, ‘You’ve got this.’
I give him a ‘Who Knows’ raised brow and chuck the dice down the table.
Box Cars. Table erupts. I get hugs from peoples. Drunk friend frowns and asks, ‘Why is everyone hugging Philip?’
Supervisor counts out another 3,600 in chips and shoves them over.
Love my friends. They rolled up on me again 30 minutes later and I did it right in front of them for the second time; needed 2 and 11. Got them back to back again. Had Patrick on it that time. And the dealers.
It’s gonna be a good week. Pat dropped me at the airport and I’m off to Nola.