An evening at the casino

I was at the homestead, cleaning up the joint and getting read to finish up my xmas shopping, when Lisa gives me a call and asks me if I wanted to go to Harrah's, a casino in North Carolina. I told her I was on the way out and she told me that she just saw me pull out of my apartment. Turns out she was already outside of my place. Pretty funny in a weird kinda way.

Anyway, I told her that I had things to do and it would be an hour or so before I can go. Eventually, I met up with her on campus and we were off.



I gotta say, I always enjoy driving through the mountains on the way to North Carolina and although it was dark, you could still feel their presence. Plus we had tunes from the Rocky Horror Picture Show to keep us entertained. I know it sounds corny, but I'm not hear to impress you, so fuck off.



When we got to North Carolina, we had to go down this huge mountain on this tiny narrow road through fucking hillbilly country... I shit you not, there were freakin' shacks and pick ups as far as the eye could see. I'm sure there were some moonshine stills somewhere. I just hoped that I didn't get a flat anywhere near there. I didn't like the idea of squealing like a pig or getting lynched or both.



Eventually we made it to Hurrah's and this place is massive! I knew it was big, but to see this towering monstrosity erected in the middle of Hillbilly country was surreal to say the least!



Lisa and me decided to hit the buffet which was 15 fucking dollars!! We were both a little surprised at the price since casino food is supposed to be cheap...at least in Vegas it is. I wasn't too impressed with the selection either, but it was filling at least. Lisa decided to do the gambling thing while I camped out in the restaurant. I fully intended on getting my 15 bucks worth damn it!!



After awhile, I walked around the casino and I swear these people looked like a bunch of zombies. Little old ladies gambling away their life's savings, Mothers and fathers pouring their children's college fund down the tube and just pathetic looking saps staring blankly at the slops, continuing to pump their little 50 cent coins into the shiny machine. I wondered if they would even notice if they hit the jackpot.



I was able to "resist" the temptation and went upstairs to the hotel/gift area. I pissed off one of the security guards when she found out I was older than her, but looked younger. Hate to admit it, but I thought she was older than me. Must've had a rough life.



Eventually Lisa joined me and I returned my mother's voicemail because she had been worried about me when I told her I had a scratchy throat. I told her I was fine and I was in North Carolina. She told me to be careful and I told her to do the same since she's going on a business trip to Atlanta.



After that, heart felt conversation, Lisa and I took off for home. This time we didn't take the Hillbilly route, but a more "civilized" alternative where the only thing we had to worry about were coyotes and deer. I'd rather take my chances with those than Uncle Jed anyday!



Not a bad Saturday night.