Foxwoods it is...
Well, I've had my first casino experience, and I've been deemed an old woman. The four of us piled into the car last night for the 2 hour drive across the state to the land of mystical Indian reservation casinos.
I must confess I was a little indifferent about the trip from the get go. I didn't have a whole wad of cash burning a whole in my pocket, and as the attraction of the night was to be the poker tables, I was already two strikes down. But what the hell, I figured, I've never been to a casino, and we did have a three day weekend ahead of us.
After taking closer to 3 and a half hours to get to the casino (thanks to the 5th season in CT, traffic), I was immediately overwhelmed by the scale of the operation. This was not Mountaineer resort in charming Wheeling, WV. No, this was a full scale resort with 2 hotels, an indoor mall, and more gaming areas than I could count.
My travel companions made a B-line for the poker sign ups, so I decided to take in the sights. I should mention at this point that I may have had some sub-conscious "Fear and Loathing" quotes running through my mind as I wandered the massive indoor structure filled with "esoteric lights and dials, the purpose of which I may never fully understand." The brownies may have helped.
I found the horse race betting, but to my disappointment, the Meadows was done for the night, so Dave Palone could not steal my money from 400 miles away. After than, I had a few beers, played some slots, and relaxed. After all, what's the point of losing money if you aren't relaxed and having a good time?
I met up again with my friends, who had all done well for themselves at the blackjack tables, and were about to sit down for some poker. I, the old lady of the foursome, set out to find the bingo parlor. After all, wasn't bingo the reason this indoor pleasure palace existed? But alas, the bingo hall was deserted, it being 11:30, and my fellow old women safely tucked in for the night.
After losing the rest of my bank roll, and being snubbed by a waitress in the lounge, causing me to miss last call, I settled in to watch a big TV and wait for my poker playing friends.
Two hours and a pack later, we decided 3:30 sounded like a good time to hit the road. I proceded to sleep in the back seat the entire way home, and awoke parked next to my car, the sun already up, and 5 hours to spare until it was time to go to Good Friday services.
Dr. Thompson, thank you for everything.
-peace
I must confess I was a little indifferent about the trip from the get go. I didn't have a whole wad of cash burning a whole in my pocket, and as the attraction of the night was to be the poker tables, I was already two strikes down. But what the hell, I figured, I've never been to a casino, and we did have a three day weekend ahead of us.
After taking closer to 3 and a half hours to get to the casino (thanks to the 5th season in CT, traffic), I was immediately overwhelmed by the scale of the operation. This was not Mountaineer resort in charming Wheeling, WV. No, this was a full scale resort with 2 hotels, an indoor mall, and more gaming areas than I could count.
My travel companions made a B-line for the poker sign ups, so I decided to take in the sights. I should mention at this point that I may have had some sub-conscious "Fear and Loathing" quotes running through my mind as I wandered the massive indoor structure filled with "esoteric lights and dials, the purpose of which I may never fully understand." The brownies may have helped.
I found the horse race betting, but to my disappointment, the Meadows was done for the night, so Dave Palone could not steal my money from 400 miles away. After than, I had a few beers, played some slots, and relaxed. After all, what's the point of losing money if you aren't relaxed and having a good time?
I met up again with my friends, who had all done well for themselves at the blackjack tables, and were about to sit down for some poker. I, the old lady of the foursome, set out to find the bingo parlor. After all, wasn't bingo the reason this indoor pleasure palace existed? But alas, the bingo hall was deserted, it being 11:30, and my fellow old women safely tucked in for the night.
After losing the rest of my bank roll, and being snubbed by a waitress in the lounge, causing me to miss last call, I settled in to watch a big TV and wait for my poker playing friends.
Two hours and a pack later, we decided 3:30 sounded like a good time to hit the road. I proceded to sleep in the back seat the entire way home, and awoke parked next to my car, the sun already up, and 5 hours to spare until it was time to go to Good Friday services.
Dr. Thompson, thank you for everything.
-peace
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