Wednesday, we drove down to our favorite casino. Hick went a couple weeks ago, but this is my first casino outing since March 18, when we were in Oklahoma. I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited. The Pony went along, since now he's BAA AAACK, and he's over 21.
Hick dropped us off at the door, and went to do his own business for his own business. Not Goodwilling, though, because he stopped by there on the way to the casino! Can you believe that? How he PROLONGED my anticipation?
Anyhoo… the casino lobby had a giant maze of posts and straps set up to funnel us cattle to the gate. Since there was no crowd, we didn’t have to zig-zag through it, but we DID have to walk all the way to the other side and come back to the entry point. The Pony got carded, but for some reason they assumed I looked over 35, and didn’t ask me for ID. Can you believe THAT? (It’s a rhetorical question.)
I got a new card, since this is now the CENTURY CASINO, not the ISLE. I played some Wild Wild Nugget, and lost $20. Then I moved on to a Wonder 4 Boost, where I played Wild Americoin for about an hour, until lunch. I lost some and won some back. I was down about 1/4 of my casino bankroll at lunch.
Hick had a regular cheeseburger with fries:
I had a Grilled Chicken Club, with tater tots. Love my tots!
During lunch, while eating my Grilled Chicken Club on Texas Toast, I dripped some bacon/tomato juice on my shirt. It was my regular casino uniform, the pink plaid shirt. I wear it because it shows stains the least! Of course I know how to weaken a shirt stain, that done by drizzling Diet Coke from my straw, and scrubbing the area. Stupid new CENTURY has Pepsi instead of Coke! But I gave my shirt the Diet Pepsi treatment.
The Pony was busy rolling his eyes at me. So I said, “Come on! You KNOW it works! Besides, I don’t want a big stain on my shirt after lunch, when they take my picture for the big jackpot I’m going to win!” More eye-rolling. Little did we know that this would prove to be
But I'm getting ahead of myself! That's a story for Friday.
There's only one food place open now at this casino, but it's the one we always went to. They've limited their menu to sandwiches and hot dogs. No more pulled pork, or nachos. We waited forever for someone to come out and take our order at the counter. I told The Pony that we could have just grabbed a salad or prepared ham and cheese sub out of the cool case, and gone to sit down and eat them. But The Pony said, "Um. Casino. Cameras everywhere."
Somebody raised that Pony right. Or else he thinks out his intended crimes very thoroughly.
Anyhoo... the lady who took our order and brought our food to the table wore a mask, and gloves. She handed us each a foam cup for soda, with a lid and paper-wrapped straw already inside. No refills allowed. Also, no napkins on the counter, no contraptions that dispensed plastic silverware, no ketchup pump. Here is a basket of condiments she brought us.
Yes, a good time was had by most. A better time might have been had if we had stuck with the original plan of going to Lambert's the Throwed Roll Restauant. But may not! I'm getting ahead of myself again! You don't get that story yet!
I didn't see anybody but staff wearing a mask. No temperature checks to get in. There were clear plastic
I'm looking forward to going again, because...
OOPS! You're not getting that story until tomorrow!