I noticed that the young blackjack dealer was getting flustered at his table. When I walked by, I heard him say something about getting a drink. I said, "I'll take over for you." (In college, I dealt blackjack for a local company.) I was enjoying myself, so when the kid came back, I told him I'd continue if he wanted. He looked relieved.
I dealt cards for about an hour. When the auction started, the card games stopped, and I went to check out the bidding. Mike had told me that Reggie Bush's mother donated an autographed item.
They auctioned a signed baseball from Dave Winfield that I bid on several times. Once it got up over $100, however, I quit bidding. I bid on a football signed by Shawn Merriman. I bid on that until it got higher than I wanted to pay. When they showed a basketball signed by the Denver Nuggets, I was surprised the starting bid was $5. I won it for $50. As the person handing it to me took my check, he said, "You got a great deal. We wanted a lot more for this." I felt guilty.
My date reminded me as we were leaving that we didn't have to pay to get in. "But they made out from us being there," she said. "We didn't eat their food and we gave them $50. I wonder why they didn't say you could write a check for the entrance fee."
"Well, we got in for free, so who cares," I said.
I didn't realize when I filled out those forms with my name and address at the entrance table that I'd be getting invoices every two weeks.
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