No downtown bar-hopping this year. I’ll skip that fancy fusion dinner. Hold the cake.
Instead, I invited (read: dragged) a group of girlfriends to an Off Track Betting parlor on a Thursday night. Why would I spend my twenty-something (you’ll just never know) birthday watching simulcast racing?
It’s simple: It was time to develop a vice.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud to be a millennial and love to hear all the great things people say about our generation: We’re team players. We’re smart. We volunteer.
But where’s the fun in that? Where’s the madness? Where’s the debauchery?
Our generation needs to take risks—with ourselves, our money, and our Thursday nights. I’ve been playing it safe for more than two decades. It was time to shake things up. I put down two dollars to win on Shamrock Susie in the eighth race at Yonkers. And then I promptly lost it—along with a few more dollars throughout the night. But man, oh, man, was it a rush. We were having fun.