Well, I had the afternoon off and decided that I would go play some VLT machines (the ones in Oregon; not a great selection, but options are limited and you take what you can get. I had all these good vibes going and listening to that devil on my shoulder, and since I hadn't played in a few months, I thought to myself "lets go win some money". Yeah, that didn't quite work out as I had hoped. I took $500 with me and played various games at $1 to $2 per spin chasing the bonus - I know, stupid. My biggest line hit was $12. I was broke in a little over an hour. I was really pissed at myself and the tight ass games. In addition to my piss poor attitude coming out of the tavern, I had brought my dog with me. She loves car rides and ever since we have had her she has NEVER, and I mean, never gotten sick in the car . . . get where this is going? Yup, I open the door and she had barfed all over the back deck of my SUV. Ugh!! Head hanging and drooling, she gets out, finishes upchucking, drinks some water, upchucks that, and after about 10 minutes of walking around she is right back to her old self. Now here I am in the parking lot with a roll of paper towels, hurking myself, trying not to heave, cleaning up my car for the 40 minute drive home (with all the windows open). Antiseptic room spray with a hint of dog vomit - I think I had my head hanging out the window more than my dog!!! Talk about adding insult to (financial) injury !!! We made it home - after the car wash - and she is bouncing all over waiting for our playtime. I love that dog - no judgment when I bitch about the lousy play and machines and happy to see me in whatever mood I happen to be in. I guess that's a win.