foxwoods casino.

it's like a mall for poor souls bent on risking it all for the promise of a rare big payoff. it's sad that we once used to associate native americans with alcoholism and now are slowly being forced to see them as casino hounds. replace one stereotype with another. at least they become capitalists like the rest of us. and the theme does nothing to thwart the threat of stereotyping. i ate at a buffet-style restaraunt called the rainmaker cafe. the rainmaker was a big statue that came to life every hour and made it rain inside the casino. it was a show accompanied by typical tribal wailing and the associated "injun" nonsense. at the buffet, i tried to avoid the urine, semen and feces dishes, but i'm sure i ingested something pernicious.

but what a desperate and lively place to spend an evening.

at a craps table there were people howling with delight and i presume rolling dice. someone was dragged away. the drinks flowed freely. ace frehley. literally free.

i was planning on losing $100.00 american money. i won about $350.00 but lost it and ended up $20.00 in the hole. i came out on top.

at the roulette wheel, there was one bearded fella (i use the term fella because that is how he struck me) who was in charge of running the game and another male casino worker who was in charge of stacking the hordes of chips being taken in by the house. the odds are on the side of the house. these two spotted me peering at the wheel and figuring out my odds and trying to predict the outcomes while fiddling with a $2.50 chip which i had obtained at the blackjack table. getting blackjack pays out 3-to-2. i bet $25.00. ...they muttered to each other and were looking up and down at me so i gave a mean little scowl (which seemed to fit the atmosphere. i was in fact in a casino in the roulette pit.). they remarked that i was going to get dizzy staring at the wheel, then they quipped that i must be a high roller judging by my $2.50 chip. i just stared for a moment and said that "$2.50 is all that my mother lets me spend fellas." that's right, i stole a line from full metal jacket, and used the term fellas. i am suave as fuck in high-pressure situations. but it fit and they chuckled and let me return to my dizziness. the joke was on them when, five minutes later, i bet all i had on black and doubled my money. it was glorious. i lost it back in a blackjack hand minutes later.

casinos are dens of iniquity.

i tried to get into the restricted level of the casino by waiting at the elevator for a chip cart to get on, but none came and it just resulted in me getting carded 4 or 5 times for what i'm sure looked to be suspicious activity. anything done in a casino is suspicious to me. the undercover mooks in charge of random carding are no-nonsense fellas. they are all smiles until you ask them if that is a real badge or just a toy. they wish they were navy seals or delta force assasins. little do they know i am j. edgar hoover reincarnated.

so yes, the rumors are true. i spent the weekend trying to win free money or lose as much as i can stomache.

mission: accomplished.