Game On

The other day, I found myself in a casino. As far as I can recall, it was the first time I had been in one since I was a child, at which age they tend to keep you a distance away from the various adult activities. That was in Las Vegas. This was in one of the Native American casinos that dot the Phoenix metro area. It's a modestly sized one, or at least it seemed to be. There was a vast sea of slot machines, and I had the vague idea that I might play those, but I didn't.

I did drink a fair amount, and watched (mostly) friends playing blackjack. I gather that it's a game whose odds you can turn closer to your favor than others if you are knowledgeable enough. I am not knowledgeable enough, as was proved out when I quickly lost each of the three or four chips I was given by a friend. My luck was regrettably bad, although I don't know whether my friends did any better. They may have just played more.

A place like that is a curious place to be. There weren't too many young people around either on staff or patronizing the place. There were, particularly, few terribly attractive women in evidence, although a couple of blackjack dealers and servers went contrary to that trend. One woman a fair bit older than me and of ordinary (at best) looks was rather taken with me. I suspect that I was a fly who managed to escape the fly, if I'm not granting myself too much credit.

All in all, it was a fun time. At the very least, they had on all the football games. There were also all of the people and activities to observe in an academic sense. That, along with the conversation I had with my friends, gave me enough to do without putting a lot of my own money on the line. Casinos aren't a place where I would care to spend a great deal of my time, but if pressed, it's evident to me that I can have some fun.