You gotta know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em

I'm not a gambler. I have enough vices, thank you very much.

It's a damn good thing, too. 'Cause I can see why and how people get addicted to gambling. Well...I can see why they get addicted to slot machines at casinos, anyway. All those flashing lights and the ding-ding-dinging. The repetitious motion of feeding quarters into it and pulling the lever or pushin the buttons.

It's kind of hypnotic...almost soothing, in a way. You kind of forget where you are and what you're doing while you're busy pissing away your car payment or light bill....or your kid's college fund.
I'm sure that's the whole idea. I'd be willing to bet that a psychologist plays a big part in how they design casinos.

Ziggy's not a gambler, either. He feels pretty much the same way I do. Casinos are there to take your money...not give you any. If you DO happen to win, it's just a way to keep you coming back. Like dangling a carrot in front of a jackass.

They don't call slot machines "one armed bandits" for nothin, ya know.

Having said all that, we're going to a

casino

this weekend.

I know. We're just a mass of contradictions, aren't we?

Well, we wouldn't be going if we hadn't been invited by some good friends of ours. Friends who don't happen to be gamblers, either. heh Just don't make sense, does it?

But, they got a heck of a package deal through her workplace...swanky hotel room, boarding passes into the casino...maybe even a meal or two. At any rate, it's a chance to spend time with some good friends. And casinos are just peachy places to 'people watch', one of my favorite activities. I'm sure we'll have a blast...we always do when we're together. Besides that, it's close to my daughter's home, so we'll get a chance to see them.
I'm not expectin to come back a rich woman...but one never knows, does one?

Wonder how long it'd take me to win a million bucks playin the nickel slots?