Our annual New Year's Eve casino visit was somewhat profitable for Bud, who left the boat a few bucks up. I wasn't quite so lucky, bringing home about half of what I took.
We've been hitting the slots for six or eight years now on New Year's Eve, and this was a noticeably smaller crowd than usual. I can only guess the economy is to blame -- because the weather and roads were fine.
This morning, we headed to a huge auction that included lots of antiques similar to some of ours. Eavesdropping in the women's restroom, I found out it's an annual consignment event -- which makes more sense than what we thought, that it was the estate of some people who really liked antiques.
Our plan was to research the market for some of our pieces, so that we'll know to expect when we finally decide which ones just won't fit in the house. But we almost came home with a couple of new desks.
Bud had his eye on a gorgeous rolltop. We'd never seen anything like it (even though we have a rolltop or three among our collection). I coveted a two-drawer Stickley that needed some finish work. But since we couldn't figure out where we would put either, and since we're still not even sure of everything we have already, we restrained ourselves. That restraint may turn to non-buyer's remorse, but I hope not.
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