Went to Argosy Casino in Indiana with Nate on Friday. I’ve never been gambling before, and Indiana is a lot closer for that than Canada or Vegas. The intent was to stay two nights and come home Sunday morning, but we ended up leaving Saturday afternoon. There wasn’t as much to do there as we’d thought, and we did everything we wanted to Friday.
Being in a casino is a surreal experience. It’s very bright, noisy, and smoky. If you don’t like being in crowds, don’t go, as there are tons of sweaty, smelly people crammed against each other. There are no windows, no clocks either; and since it’s open 24 hour, you can’t really tell a difference between 2 pm and 2 am, except that at two in morning the casino is much more crowded. A lot of the people there are barely more than zombies: glass of alcohol in one hand, the other on the lever; a cigarette dangles from the lips, and dead eyes stare at the spinning reels of chance.
Our hotel was across the street from the casino and parking was free, so we visited the casino several times that day for small amounts of time. I stuck to the 25 cent slots; they’re cheap, but have a better chance of paying off than the dime or nickel slots. The second time we attended I won sixty bucks. I also won twenty bucks another time, so I only ended up losing about thirty dollars total at the casino. I wanted to visit the blackjack tables, but I don’t have near enough experience to comfortably do that.
No bars to speak of were found, so we hit up the only other interesting place in town: Concepts, the friendly neighborhood strip club. I blew fifty bucks there, but it was fun, and one of the better-run strip clubs I’ve been to. No one was really pushy, and it didn’t cost a hundred bucks to get into. The girls didn’t get fully naked, but the fact that they were mostly all attractive made up for it. It was a good way to spend an hour or so.
Visiting Argosy has really made me want to go to Las Vegas. I think it’d be fun to fly out and stay a couple days without having to worry about driving anywhere. Then I could spend all my time focusing on the two Gs: girls and gambling. Maybe one day I’ll make it out there, when more of my friends have the money and time to make the trip.
JAB
10 Responses to “THE WALKING, GAMBLING DEAD”
“I blew fifty bucks there but it was fun, and one of the better-run strip clubs I’ve been to. No one was really pushy, and it dind’t cost fifty bucks to get into.”
What?
I fixed the typo and added a comma for clarity. I don’t think it was that unclear, but whatever.
JAB
dude did they they stick their twat on your nose? Because that still is scaring me away. CHris says Vegas really sucks and you’ll be disappointed, (although he was marrid when he went there) and now says that if your into strippers and gambling you won’t be disappointed ? what a fucking dick that Cris is. Last time I typed a comment for him.
I’d like to say that when I got off of the plane in Vegas, I made it a whole hour before I decided to go to lunch.
Vegas is pretty cool. Bree and I went there for our honeymoon and we are going back in November for a sex research conference.
However, it is pretty much the same scene: pathetic losers who gamble their entire savings away at the slots; full of smoke; and very crowded.
But, there is some good entertainment and some of the themed hotels are pretty cool to walk around in. Great dualing piano bar at New York-New York.
I’m concerned about finding parking in Vegas for our Model T roadster.
“I’d like to say that when I got off of the plane in Vegas, I made it a whole hour before I decided to go to lunch.”
I keep waiting for the punchline, but none appears. How saddening.
Allan: Some of the themed casinos would be sweet to visit. I vaguely recall some of the sights from when I visited many years ago, but they’ve all receded into the vaporous fog I call my memory.
Nate: We will park Roadie in front of every motherfucking casino we go to, and we will dogleg that shit (wheeee, hydraulics!) to show just how badass we are.
JAB
I get Chris’ comment now. I didn’t the next day, but I do now. It’s like when he comes to work and then immediatly goes to lunch. Unfortunatley, I still can’t understand mine.
The post was ok, but the comments were worth the trip.
She’s either making fun of me or complimenting your witty, humorous, writing. She’s probably making fun of me though.
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