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Saturday, April 22, 2006

Casino Royale?

well, casino something.

lise and i have been on spring break this week and have been having a blast. sleeping in, chilling out together, long lunches, drives out to the middle of nowhere, gazing longingly into each others eyes, the soft touch, the kiss, the rush to the bedroom, the...

er, nevermind.

but on friday we decided to go to Applewood for lunch in Aurora, Indiana. They have the best ribs that i've ever had (and i'm convinced it's THE SAUCE).

while talking about what we'd do afterwards, the thing that came to my mind was: many folks we know do the casino thing over in indiana. family, friends, acquaintances. some take medium amounts of money, others take loads of money.

and they go to the casino and blow it.

so we thought: hey! i know! let's go see what all the hype is about!!

so we took $20 out of our change jar and off we went to the Grand Victoria in Rising Sun, Indiana.

folks, i gotta put a disclaimer in here: this post isn't to put down folks who enjoy gambling but it's an observation from my own perspective.

this is what we saw:
- smoke. lots of it. smoke smoke smoke. smelled it, too. smelled it for hours afterwards all over my clothes and hair. smoke.
- grey and blue hair. lots of little old ladies and little old men.
- wheelchairs. tons of em.
- handicapped people - being dragged around by little old ladies. this was strange.
- a lot of depressed looking folks sitting in the same spot for hours on end pushing buttons and pulling levers and for what? entertainment? money? something to fill the time before death?
- a lot of "what the hell are you looking at" looks from folks who looked like they were gonna shank me because maybe i wanted to get into "their seat" at "their slot machine"
- cash changing machines, ATM's and money-wiring services EVERYWHERE. they really want you to part with your cash.
- despair. depression. frustration. only one man in the whole time we were there (in three floors we explored) looked as though he was having a good time. hundreds and hundreds of other folks just. looked. miserable.

we took our $20, sat down in succession over 45 minutes at $1, $.25 and $.05 slots, ended up spending $8 of our own money, winning $10 and subsequently losing that $10.

it was possibly the dumbest thing i've ever done in my life. i just don't get it.

i've never understood it, really. i mean, the odds are clearly against you. the average joe doesn't stand a chance to win - if we did, casinos wouldn't be in business!

if the lottery is a tax on stupidity, what do we call gambling at the casino?


  • At 5:13 PM, Anonymous anonymous said…

    i can't really gamble, well maybe, but hey, if you have a lot of money and wanna throw it away why not do it the quickest way possilbe. don't know what to tell you, but hopefully you got the ALL YOU CAN EAT ribs because they're amazing.

  • At 5:24 PM, Blogger thEma said…

    I do not know the excitment either, but the parents of the girl I look after go 3 or 4 times a week... I do not understand, nor do I know where the money to do so comes from... I do not believe I will make it a hobby or past time of my own...

  • At 9:06 AM, Anonymous JM said…

    They probably enjoy the rush of the "what if I win" possibility. And the reason they go for slots is because they are so self-absorbed they just don't want to interact with anyone. Sad really.

    I'm not a fan of gambling but my husband enjoys Let It Ride when we're in Vegas. And though I don't like to think of the losses (which they're haven't been many really), at least this game is much more interactive and fun because of who's at the table with you. Throw in the "free" drinks from scantily clad, large-busted waitresses and things get even more entertaining. ;)

  • At 10:57 AM, Blogger Lawrence said…

    Dude, I miss you guys. (Thought I'd start there) The lure of easy money. Even if someone does get lucky and leaves one of those joints with more money than they arrived with (which I have done a few times), they inevitbly spend that money and cannot even recall where it was spent nor do they have anything to show for it(again, I must confess that experience is speaking here).

    Hey have you heard Matisyahu? He's an Hisidic Jew that sings Reggae.

  • At 9:00 PM, Blogger Jennifer said…

    It wouldn't surprise me if two of those blue haired ladies were my grandma and great grandma. They go several times a week. g-ma used to go to bingo but "she got tired of their crap" and spends all her time and money at the boats.
    I know the few times I went to Bingo with her I loved/hated it. I won a couple hundred bucks once but I hated that feeling of so desperately wishing for your numbers to be called and wanting it to be your destiny and then the extreme disappointment when someone else yelled "BINGO!". I wanna be happy for those people not mad at them or the callers or the numbers or whatever! I know that gambling is not for me!

  • At 6:44 PM, Blogger Jon A. Alfred E. Michael J. Wile E. SWNID said…

    Excellent piece. This word needs to be spread far and wide.

    And at the risk of sounding paranoid, I'll continue to advance my nutty notion that Chucky Cheese and similar emporiums are the gaming industry's means of hooking yet another generation on their rapacious, brain-destroying "entertainment."

    I hate gambling more than you hate President Logan.

  • At 3:29 AM, Blogger Olya Olegovna said…

    Thanks for sharing such an interesting information.


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