Casino Run
I kept trying to remember a certain word, to add to the previous entry, and I couldn’t shake the correct word out of my mind. All about looking at one’s self on TV – or in a reflection. Came to me late last night, as I was drifting off to sleep: narcissistic.
So anyway, end of the day, Moon’s was in Gemini, just seemed like a good time to stop by the Indian Casino (Sunland Park).
Ken was going on and on about the 9-liner machines.
Sat down at one, a “little green men” game – I’m not making up the name of the slot machine. I played it a few times, after we’d all eaten a big fill a the buffet, and I doubled up after shoving a few loose dollar bills into that machine. Hit the “cash out” button and promptly ran the machine out of money. While they were filling the machine with quarters, I stuck a few of the winning quarters into the machine next to it. Ran that machine out of quarters, too.
Wandered around some, cashed out, and came back to the little green men. I made almost $200 off that one machine. Of course, offset those winnings against the cash poured into the machine, and all I can say, looks like I got free dinner. Not a bad way to close out a weekend.
As we were winding down and winding down and winding out the door, the casino personnel had to service the machine again. I looked at her, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” She smiled, kept about her business, then came back for a minute, “Are you a musician?”
