After a splendid meal with Uncle Gordon, I realized it was time for me to arrive ... time to give thanks, to acheive greater things, to conquer the world. So I drove home and fell asleep for a few hours. Upon awakening, I knew what must be done. Where else can one go to make all dreams come true? And who knew that Three Card Poker could be so much fun? Not I. The ante bonus paid me 8 to 1 on a straight flush: 7, 8, and 9 of diamonds.
It is true that winning money can be stimulating. Shoot, losing money can be, too. The joy of smalltime, Native American Casinos for me, however, resides in the mixed company:
Jimmy – an Asian dealer with fanciful stories told in broken English (aka Jackie Chan)
Nice Lady – drunk boomer with a soft listening ear (she absolved me of my sins)
Friends – win or lose, they still support and heckle me
Cocktail Waitresses – rarely attractive, always busty
I could go on, of course, but I think my point has been sufficiently proven. Isn’t it obvious? The experience and ambiance of a Native American Casino is a taste of heaven.
