A couple weeks ago, I found myself at a craps table somewhere between the hours of midnight and 2pm. The only recollection I have of being there at all was the smell of perfume from my “Lady Luck”, a 68 year-old retired accountant named Debbie wearing Le Sabo Santal 33. She would blow on the dice, I would roll, and we would win.
Apparently, I won. Which is lucky because I have never played craps in before my life and I still don’t understand any of the rules.
When I returned to Austin, I still had all my funny money. Since I’ve no plans to return to NOLA anytime soon I decided to pay it forward. We asked our Shack Discord if anybody was planning on traveling to NOLA for vacation?