The Beginning of an Era

We are taking Genius to the casino Saturday. Uh huh. Made him wait a whole two weeks after turning 21. To show him gambling is not a way of life, you know. We don't want him living in a van down by the river. Although we will be RIGHT NEXT TO the river, we no longer have our van. The $1000 $600 Caravan has a new home. And Thevictorians have $400 for it!

Since we are out-of-town hillbillies, none of that normal gaming rigmarole for us! We do our gambling early, by cracky! Up with the chickens, and back home before dark. Genius seemed disappointed at first, when I told him Hick was driving us there.

"Oh. I thought it was going to be you and me. You said I could drive you."

"No. Your dad and I both planned on taking you. We haven't been gambling forever. A couple of years at least. Besides, I figured if you had a drink, what with your brand-spanking-new-21ness, your dad could drive us home."

"Oh, I PLAN to have a drink."

He may change his mind when he finds out he has to pay for it. Mom's Gambling Stake, Inc. does not provide a drinking allowance. I already warned him to wear something washable. Not because he will spill alcohol on his togs, or because he will "refund" his lunch. Because he will come out of there smelling like a smoked ham lost in a house fire in the middle of 10,000 smoldering acres after a wildfire.

Genius doesn't know what kind of gambling he wants to do. I imagine he will end up on the video slots. He probably knows how they work. Hopefully not enough to be banned for life from the casino.

Val, on the other hand, prefers the more traditional 3 reel variety. They are probably obsolete now.