Sunday, I went to WinStar to do a bit of gambling. I played mainly slot machines, but only lost about $50. Perfectly honest, I just walked around the casino a lot. I played a few machines, but I just liked walking and looking around at everyone.
People watching at a casino is pretty entertaining. Some people just sit there in front of the machine and tap the "SPIN" button while smoking their cigarette. Others will play two or more machines at one time in some hope of hitting it big. My favorite are those who like to play the "High Roller" area. I feel that it takes a lot of guts to say "Sure, I will put a $100 bill into the machine with at 50-50 chance of getting money back." Chances are - you will lose it all in one shot. Sucks, but that is how it goes.
The problem with slot machines - you have NO control or decision about the outcome. Seriously. You simply put your money in, pray you hit a set of wheel turns that will provide you your money back along with a little extra. Playing cards - you have no control over the cards you are dealt, but you play with the hand you are given. Granted, the "house" has the upper-hand, but if you play the game right, you can come out ahead.
That is why playing slot machines tends to bore me quickly. I might as well go to an arcade and blow my cash there. LOL
While I was at WinStar, my father had plenty of "comp" points with the casino, so we were able to get a free dinner from the buffet. I had finished with most of my meal and started to eat on a cookie. After biting into it, I felt something in the back of mouth give away. Darn it - it was the crown for my back tooth. Luckily, I was smart enough to spit out the contents of my mouth before swallowing. I was able to retrieve the crown and wrap it up in some napkin. It did not hurt, but I was left with this weird feeling of vacancy where the crown had been.
Monday, I tried to get into the dentist, but he cannot see me until this coming Monday. Definitely a busy man.
I was a bit bummed about the crown. I was also a little bit angry. It had been a couple of months since I had my cleaning and I mentioned some foul odor/taste from that area. I was told all was well. After Sunday, I would say that was not the case.
I hope to go swimming at the pool this weekend. I have not been swimming in eons. I usually avoid it due to being so self-conscious about how I look in a bathing suit. I just need to ignore that and get on with it. I loved to swim when I was younger. I quit swimming around 16 or 17. In Louisiana, I was able to go swimming all of the time when I reached 11. I moved to Texas and the age increased to 14, so I had to get my father to go with me - my mom did not know how to swim. That was difficult to get him to go because he was either busy with work or tired. When I finally reached 14, the age limit went up to 15. Ugh!
Finally, when I was of age to go by myself, I would go a lot more. When we took trips to Houma, LA, we would stay at the Holiday Inn and I would go swimming in the pool for hours. On my 15th birthday, we were there and everyone got onto a shrimp boat for a fishing excursion. My cousins and I went to the island and swam around the area while the adults went fishing. That was a lot of fun. By the time we got to the hotel, washed off all of the salt and sand off of me, I fell asleep on the bed while my parents went out to get my birthday presents. The family dog slept on the other bed. LOL (BJ loved to travel and he was on the boat ride the entire time. He never got sick, but held having to pee until we got off the boat. Once on land, he would pee and pee and pee. Felt bad for the little guy.)
I had to share that since it came to my mind.
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