I've been staying home a lot lately and, strange for me, haven't had any interest in going to the casino but yesterday was promising to be a boring day so I went gambling. I came home $150 richer than when I went but I did notice that the whole experience for me wasn't as pleasant as it used to be. Am I changing?
I really did stay home more this summer than I ever have and it was from choice. Maybe as I grow older my need for excitement has diminished...gambling used to be a real pleasure for me. I'm still looking forward to the game rooms in Florida but part of that is our little ritual of going in a group, playing at one game room until one of us loses $20, moving on to another game room and repeating until we have our $2 lunch at "Wendy's". It all moves faster than time does at Fallsview where I spend 4-5 hours before having to go home. We tend to play as a group, too, checking on each other's success or failure and cheering for the wins.
When I got to the casino yesterday I headed straight for my favorite cluster of machines (the miners) where I found them all empty so I sat at one end to play first (I play them all, moving from one to the next). I lost my money at the first one so I moved over one machine. A young man sat down to play at the machine I'd just left and immediately won a huge bonus. I lost again and moved over to the next machine. The young man's girlfriend sat down at the machine I'd just left and immediately won a huge bonus. I thought this was the way my day would go but I ended up playing until about 4 P.M. and did go home a winner.
It was a pleasant day and it really was nice to win a bit of my money back from them but I think my attitude towards the big casinos has changed. They're just not drawing me as much any more. Oh well, choices and preferences change as time goes on, don't they?
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