Wherever I go, I might as well have Klieg lights like an old Hollywood premier, calling all weirdos to my location. VAL IS HERE! Come one, come all weirdos to sit next to Val and weird to your heart's content!
I'm like a carcass enticing a bear from 20 miles away. Like a single drop of blood in the ocean, pulling in sharks from 1/4 mile distance.
Speaking of sharks... On the first night of CasinoPalooza, I was playing a new slot (to me) called The Hunt For Neptune's Gold. It was at Downstream Casino, on a round kiosk of six slots. You may not find this slot in your local casino. It might just be an Indian casino thing. It has RED SCREENS! Those are the random free spins that can rack up a lot of dough if you're lucky.
I had moved around the kiosk to play a 5-cent version of Neptune's Gold. My seat at the 1-cent version was quickly taken by a gal in her mid-20s, and the slot between us was taken by her boyfriend. I wouldn't have paid them mind, except they were hard to ignore.
Missy must have lost all her money quickly, because she pulled her stool over next to Mister, to watch him play. That wasn't enough for her. She had to stroke Mister's thigh. Lean her head on his shoulder. And jam her tongue down his throat every two minutes!
Seriously! I wanted to shout, "GET A ROOM!" But since we were playing at a casino/resort, it's highly possible they already had a room. That they only needed to go upstairs to continue their throat-tonguing. It wasn't my place to direct them, though. Weirdos gonna weird. I really wish they had run out of money sooner!
On the second night of CasinoPalooza, the weirdos I encountered made Missy and Mister Throat-Tonguer seem like straight-laced Sunday-school teachers!
I was once again at Downstream Casino, on the other side from where the Throat-Tonguers preferred to satisfy their desires. I was playing my old favorite, Spartacus. I was at the slot on the end of a row. There was a Li'l Red on my left. It plays the same way as Spartacus. There was another Spartacus on the other side of Li'l Red. Both were empty, which is why I finally sat down to play Spartacus.
Of course that turned on the Klieg lights, wafted out the carcass odor, and plopped a drop of blood in the water. Here came the weirdos!
This was the new generation of weirdos. Very young. I daresay not old enough to drink, thought they might have imbibed secretly beforehand. In Oklahoma, the minimum age to play slots is 18. Still 21 to drink, or play table games, but 18 for slots.
A sliver of a blond girl plopped down at the Spartacus two seats over. I think she really wanted to play my Spartacus, and was planning to wait it out. Good luck, Blondie, because it was paying me back a little at a time. Blondie had an entourage: a boyfriend and a bestie who turned out to be kind of a worstie.
Boyfriend sat down next to me at the Li'l Red. He wasn't playing. Just sitting, watching Blondie. She used up her money on Spartacus, and moved over ONTO BOYFRIEND'S LAP to play Li'l Red. Bondie's Worstie took her spot at the other Spartacus. Thus ensued a conversation that I had no desire to overhear!
Worstie: "You guys! Not gonna lie, I took a valium. You'd better not do me like you did before. That time you left me on the side of the road like piece of DIRTY TRASH!"
Blondie and Boyfriend were kind of ignoring her. Blondie used up her money on Li'l Red, and the group got up and left. I was elated! Rid of them! Now I could enjoy myself. Little did I know that the entourage would return in 15 minutes! And leave. And return. I'd say they turned up FOUR MORE TIMES! Just when I thought I was rid of them, back they'd come. They must have really wanted my slot machine! Here are snippets of conversation over those four return encounters that I would have happily remained ignorant of, had they not been so loud.
Worstie to Blondie: "Can I have your bank card?"
Blondie: "No."
Worstie: "Why? Is it because you're afraid I won't pay you back?"
Worstie to Blondie: "I like you. You're a good friend. I would never do anything bisexual with you."
Worstie to Blondie: "Give me a little kiss. Right here. Just a little kiss."
Blondie: "No."
Worstie: "Come on."
>kiss<
Worstie: "Why are you wiping it off your mouth?"
Blondie: "I don't like girls."
Worstie: "That hurts my feelings that you would wipe it off."
Worstie to Boyfriend: "Would YOU kiss a guy?"
Boyfriend: "No."
Worstie: "Well, we're different. I would kiss a guy no problem. Let's do that. You can pick the guy. You have one minute so get goin'. Then I'll make him kiss me."
I think 18-year-olds are probably not mature enough for a casino. At least when on valium.
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I suspect the one time she was left on the side of the road like trash will not be the last time.
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh! It might have been that very night!
DeleteThat's very inappropriate behaviour anywhere, what is wrong with teenagers these days?
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing the main problem is that they are TEENAGERS, and their brains are not yet fully developed. So they shouldn't be out in public with us sensible people until they mature, heh, heh! They want to live like adults, but don't have that filter to tell them when their behavior is inappropriate in public.
DeleteAs for the 20-somethings... I have no answer.
Oh they are out there, everywhere, especially casinos. And your poor leg. Is it okay?
ReplyDeleteSo many weirdos, so many places for them to find me!
DeleteMy leg is healing. It has been two weeks. The leaking stopped four days after the gouging. I'm still keeping it covered, and using triple antibiotic ointment. Those things heal from the inside-out, you know. Better safe than sorry. No sign of infection. Only a little "pinch" type pain if I lay on it wrong. I'll probably leave off the bandaid in a few days.
If I was left on the side of the road once by the couple, I wouldn't have been on another adventure with them. But I am not on valium ...
ReplyDeleteI think the valium explains a lot!
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