Since this could very well be my last weekend alive (before my first plane flight on Sunday evening), I've decided to try living life to its fullest this weekend before I die. (Which is somewhat ironic, since a) I very likely am not going to die in a horrible plane crash, and b) isn't that the way we should all live our lives anyway?)Rather than just do the regular get drunk/go dancing thing, I wanted to do something different. Andrea suggested going to a casino, since I had never been gambling before. After a big of discussion, it was decided that riverboat gambling would be the most fun. The price was reasonable, and it would be a chance for me to go on a boat ride for the first time, just having my first time on two major forms of conveyance in one weekend. I'm an animal!
I'm certainly glad that I had the experience. Trying new things isn't my forte, so I'm always proud of myself when I actually do go out there and try something new. Having said that, I now know that I'm not cut out for the gambling thing. I spent most of my time at the slots, and I can best describe the experience as this: get in your car with $10 worth of quarters, roll down your window, throw $0.50 out the window, pull the gearshift, repeat until you're out of money.
Andrea, on the other hand, was on an incredible hot streak. She walked in with about $100, and walked out with over $300. I theorize that my bad luck is such an enormous black hole, that its immense gravitational forces sucked away her bad luck. Now she wants to take me with her to Vegas.
I would have played BlackJack, but all the tables were $10 minimum, too rich for my blood. Maybe if I can find a casino with $5 blackjack, I could afford to play that for a while. I'm definitely not a high roller.
As for the boat, I did get a bit seasick once we got out to international waters, and the boat was circling. Being in the lower deck, where it was hot, and combine the motion of circling with the motion of the waves, and I didn't spend too much time below. I felt better once we straightened out on the way back.
The only other thing of metion for the night was the live entertainment. There was a guy with a guitar who was singing and playing. He reminded me of "Fernando" from Grand Theft Auto 3, because he had a weird Latin accent. He refered to women as "womens", and every time he talked, all I could here was Fernando saying "I provide real Latin pleasure". Overall, he was pretty good, playing different disco and classic rock tunes, along with some Santana and salsa/merenge upon request. He did not, however, play many of the requests from the audience for "Skynard", "Inagodadavida", "50-Cent", "N.W.A.", "Nine Inch Nails", Limp Bizkit", etc.
So, overall, I'd rate the experience as a C. Gambling just isn't my bag, baby. And though I may have the worst luck in the world, I appear to be something of a good luck charm. Go figure.
Today my Tour-De-Force takes me to Jacksonville to see the symphony perform _Don Giovanni_. Then Sunday, I get on a plane for Chicago. Millions of people do it every day, right?
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