Nuzzolese
06-29-2009, 12:40 PM
On Saturday I was bored and my other person and I wanted to do something new, for a change. So we went to the riverboat casino.
I'd been to Las Vegas once when I was 14, with my mom. We stayed in the giant pyramid. I'd been to a Canadian casino once but I didn't gamble. I'd also been to a casino night party before but it wasn't real money.
I was nervous, I wasn't sure what to wear. Stilettos? Velour track suit? I wore tight light grey jeans and a coral tank top, carrying a khaki jacket in case it got cold. I can't remember what shoes.
We were really nervous about what to do, and he drank a beer really fast in the car in the parking lot to work up the nerve. This was after we walked in previously to scope the place. But there were a bunch of people our age at the door getting hassled about their IDs and we saw some freaky people so we fled.
Our second attack was a success. They took our photo, storing it permanently in their facial recognition software program. I smiled. Then they stamped my hand with invisible ink.
First off, I knew they had penny slots so I had a purse full of pennies. My mistake. I didn't realize that you have to pay cash at a vending machine for gambling tickets. You don't use actual pennies. Ha!
I got four dollars' worth of gambling paper. We wandered around for a bit and I got so disoriented I couldn't keep track of what floor we were on or where we'd been! Lights, noises, mind-scrambling carpeting, low ceilings, no windows, first it's cold then it's sweaty. I felt out of my body.
We found several penny slots. Penny Lane was where we eventually scored big time but before I get to that I want to say I was disappointed again that you don't actually pull down a handle on the side of the machine, and when you cash out, you don't get a bunch of coins that come spilling out all over your feet! :( You just put in your ticket and punch a button to bet.
Then I swiftly learned that I am the world's worst gambler. We tried all different machines but no matter what, I loved pushing that button. I didn't care about winning. I just wanted to be able to push the button and watch the thingies spin. (The spinning ones are vastly more fun than the video gambling) More money only meant more times I could push that button and I wasn't satisfied until all my money was gone and I knew I wasn't leaving behind any missed opportunities to push it.
He fared better and walked away with a dollar 75 which we prompty spent on a candy bar.
I felt dizzy and buzzed when we left. We kept saying "For the first time in my life I feel like I'm really alive!"
The crowd there was a mix of young duders and their hot chicks, the elderly, lonely miscellaneous, and oddly, a larger proportion of amputees than I normally see in one place. That one's a mystery.
I'd been to Las Vegas once when I was 14, with my mom. We stayed in the giant pyramid. I'd been to a Canadian casino once but I didn't gamble. I'd also been to a casino night party before but it wasn't real money.
I was nervous, I wasn't sure what to wear. Stilettos? Velour track suit? I wore tight light grey jeans and a coral tank top, carrying a khaki jacket in case it got cold. I can't remember what shoes.
We were really nervous about what to do, and he drank a beer really fast in the car in the parking lot to work up the nerve. This was after we walked in previously to scope the place. But there were a bunch of people our age at the door getting hassled about their IDs and we saw some freaky people so we fled.
Our second attack was a success. They took our photo, storing it permanently in their facial recognition software program. I smiled. Then they stamped my hand with invisible ink.
First off, I knew they had penny slots so I had a purse full of pennies. My mistake. I didn't realize that you have to pay cash at a vending machine for gambling tickets. You don't use actual pennies. Ha!
I got four dollars' worth of gambling paper. We wandered around for a bit and I got so disoriented I couldn't keep track of what floor we were on or where we'd been! Lights, noises, mind-scrambling carpeting, low ceilings, no windows, first it's cold then it's sweaty. I felt out of my body.
We found several penny slots. Penny Lane was where we eventually scored big time but before I get to that I want to say I was disappointed again that you don't actually pull down a handle on the side of the machine, and when you cash out, you don't get a bunch of coins that come spilling out all over your feet! :( You just put in your ticket and punch a button to bet.
Then I swiftly learned that I am the world's worst gambler. We tried all different machines but no matter what, I loved pushing that button. I didn't care about winning. I just wanted to be able to push the button and watch the thingies spin. (The spinning ones are vastly more fun than the video gambling) More money only meant more times I could push that button and I wasn't satisfied until all my money was gone and I knew I wasn't leaving behind any missed opportunities to push it.
He fared better and walked away with a dollar 75 which we prompty spent on a candy bar.
I felt dizzy and buzzed when we left. We kept saying "For the first time in my life I feel like I'm really alive!"
The crowd there was a mix of young duders and their hot chicks, the elderly, lonely miscellaneous, and oddly, a larger proportion of amputees than I normally see in one place. That one's a mystery.