On account of the fortune, prosperity and luck promised by all of them eights Friday, and on account of M. being Chinese, we decided to dine on Asian tonight and buy a few lottery tickets.
I ran into the gas station mart and got us eight quick picks of Mega Millions. I tossed in another eight $2 scratch tickets (spending $24, which is divisible by eight. Duh, because I kept my eight things). We’ll know next week that we’re millionaires.
As for the scratch tickets, I hope you can make out the big, huge, ultra-prosperous winner we pulled from the pile of eight. Yup, envy my wizardy. We won a free ticket. It was practically like being at the opening ceremonies of the Beijing Olympics.
(I felt pretty lucky when the restaurant up the street we hadn’t tried until this dinner of fortune had a karoake master running a show inside, as we were finishing on the patio. After 8 p.m., though, my luck ran out and M. made me leave.)