My bags are packed. I’m ready to go. I dropped by the casino this morning because I forgot to cash out. I played quite a bit yesterday and got to know the ins and outs of these funny slot machines. They’re designed to entertain, to keep people from mindlessly hitting the button and watching their funds diminish. I only played on the free $20 I got from the casino and spent the afternoon going from one machine to the other. The most fun was when the machine seemed to take over offering “free spins” while I watched as the numbers went up and up. I can see why gambling is addictive. I got up to $35 from the $16 I put in at the beginning of the day. However the down side is when the excitement is over and the numbers go down down down. Before I got to that sorry state of affairs, I cashed out last night. I ended up with $12.78 and I forgot to take my coupon to the cashier last night.
I was in line behind a couple who’d cashed out with chips – real players – who pocketed thousands of dollars. I put my cash out voucher on the counter, slid it over to her and said. “Don’t laugh!”
Her reply? “I’ve seen worse this morning!”
Yesterday was fun. We three had an excellent Mexican meal with a delicious Margarita for lunch, which lasted us through the dinner hour. The other highlight of the day was seeing the Wes Winters show.
My sister and brother-in-law first met him at the Liberace Museum, where he was the entertainment. He was originally from Kansas, and never took a piano lesson: his grandmother had an old piano and a stack of Liberace LPs and he spent hours and hours in the barn mimicking them. In the winter he had to use gloves. He “studied” after school and during vacations. When news of a Liberace competition was announced, the townspeople urged him to put in a demo, but he never thought he’d make it. He was one of the finalists, and was flown to Las Vegas to perform. In spite of all odds, and in competition with professional musicians with advanced musical training, he won the contest and got the gig. When the museum closed down, he worked in other casinos, and my sister and brother-in-law were delighted to find him at the South Point.
He played from 6-9 pm without a break, sitting at the piano, dancing, singing, and excluding energy like I’ve never seen before. He is quite a showman. He has his regulars – ladies who would come to the stage and put money in his pockets. He did a lot of laughing, and mischief making. The time flew by. People of all ages were in the dance floor, some young, some old, some in between. One lady was celebrating her 91st birthday another was 79. They were both rocking to the music.
if you’d like to hear him, just google him and watch some videos they’ll brighten your day!
Time to check my bags, find my boarding pass and get ready for the flight to San Francisco back to reality!