I’m in Brisbane at as I type. Sitting comfortably on the lounge in Room 1025 of the Novotel Brisbane, looking out my window at what looks to be a gorgeous day shaping up. Thanks to my membership in Accor Advantage Plus, Hubby and I get to spend a ‘free’ night’s accommodation away once a year. So this was it. Last night, as per usual, we dined early at Cafe Mondial, before watching a movie in the Myer Centre, and then I enjoyed a waffle icecream during our leisurely walk back to the hotel.
Last night however, we ended up having an extremely early evening meal, due to neither of us eating since breakfast. Which left us with more time than normal before the movie. And as I’ve blogged about in the past, the Casino was calling to me. As a (recovering?) gambling addict, I often get the overpowering urge to hit the BlackJack tables. Living on the Sunshine Coast, it’s easy to control. But being in Brisbane, within walking distance to Treasury, it’s much harder. And last night, holding tight to Hubby’s hand, I entered.
It was the first time in many years that I’ve voluntarily entered a casino, with the express purpose of being *in* a casino. Not much had changed. The overwhelming, all-encompassing desire was there, the instant recognition of what I would do, had I the chips in my hand, etc etc. Hubby noticed how it had gotten dingier since our last visit, many years ago, but all I noticed was that the minimum bet had risen.
I kept my hands in my pockets. I did not change money into chips. I watched as others around me lost money – and won money – and lost money again. My thought stream was high on adrenalin, going non-stop, deciding what I would have done… Which box I would have bet in, which person I would have backbet, whether the table was getting warmer or cooler, etc etc etc. But, ever so proud of myself, I left it at that. I did not bet. And I walked out again after a while, in time to see “The Hunger Games”.
I would not say that I’m not still addicted. But I think that I’m able to control myself. Not that I’m planning on a solo trip any time soon! But last night helped me see that my mind is stronger than I thought it was. And I’m happy about that.
Have a great day, dear readers!