Baby's first casino I realize I am so late on this, but casinos... holy crap. My boss/co-workerpal "Bob" (not his real name) and I are just wandering around the Tropicana hotel in Atlantic City. Sure, we have had a bit to drink. In honor of drunky Stu, I had: (1) glass of regular champagne (3) glasses of rose champagne (1) glass of sauvignon blanc (5) small crab cakes (2) orders of shrimp & grits (1) salad
Bob had about 10 rum and cokes.
Backstory I have never been to a casino before.
Hyp-mo-tizing The lights. The mirrors. The Postal Service-esque beepy boops from the machines. So hypnotic. So circular. Never ending. Around and around they go.
We see Dan & Kim playing craps and our presence ruins their luck.
Kim: OK, I need new shoes *rolls dice* Dealer: Looks like you are shopping at Payless now
Then we see a co-worker playing one of those machines. The machines with the buttons and the very well animated screens. "See, I bet this one here and then this one rolls and then the duck comes up" She tries to explain the game to me. I have to pee. The sounds are making me crazy. "Where is the bathroom?"
"Now, I am 200 points up. No, not 200 dollars, 200 points. See, when you get a point you see this thing that does this."
Bob and I, who are licensed "Information Technology" professionals, stand there with our mouths agape. Utterly confused.
Teen Building I am here for a work team building week long conference symposium thing. Please shoot me now.
In my room Sometimes I'll watch people through the peep hole.
