<human>: Summarize the given text in a few sentences.

Being that today was a holiday I decided to go all out and get myself something to go at my favorite thai place and some scratchers. I rarely play, I just kind of like the feeling of the possibility of being rich, imagining the things I'd do with the money and such. So I like to savor it. I put the tickets in my to-go bag and saved them for the end of the night. I ate my meal, binge-watched some Halt and Catch Fire, and then I suddenly realized it was trash night. I live on a property with 6 or so different residences all competing for the same goddamn trashcan so I gathered everything and booked it, because last week my bag didn't even fit. When my neighbors heard the cans being pushed out to the curb they got the same idea and from the safety of my studio I heard them piling their trash on top of mine.  
It was at that moment that I realized I fucked up.  
My goddamn tickets! I ran out to the can and it was too late. The trash was piled high. I considered just letting them go, but I had let my dream of 3 supermodel girlfriends and a boat get to my head. So I put my shirt over my nose and started digging. When I found my bag it was... wet, with something foul. I gagged a lot as I tore it open. Of course half the bag was full of spent kleenex and that wasn't fun to sift through either. Anyway, I did finally find them and rushed back to my studio and took a shower.  
Result? $45. Off $10 in scratchers. So basically my dinner was free. But in a way it feels like I dug it out of the garbage like a homeless man.
<bot>: Threw out my scratchers. Dug through a mountain of garbage to save my supermodel girlfriends and my boat. All I got was this stupid t-shirt.