Last night, I made my first trip over to the casino in almost a year. Once we started hording money away for the condo, I had to put the kaibosh on my semi-regular trips to the blackjack tables. One of the members of our investment club suggested the Firepit Bar & Grill as a meeting location, so I found myself back once again. It was an odd feeling walking back in there - there's nothing like the constant chirping and ringing of the slot machines in the background. Quite a rush. I played a bit before and after our meeting, and ended up a few hundy' ahead. As I drove ...