I had forgotten how loud a casino is until I visited the Harrah's Casino in Metropolis (home of Superman), IL this weekend. I now remember leaving Las Vegas and having a very distinct, but faint dinging in my ear for most of the flight home. The funny thing is that at Harrah's they have Bose speakers attached to every machine. So you KNOW when somebody gets a Jackpot Party Bonus (gett itttttt).

I stuck to the nickel slots until they unmercifully whooped my ass and then I moved on to the penny slots. Jack sat at a penny slot machine for nearly 2 hours, battling back and forth between certain doom.

I have quite an impulse to bid the highest amount of lines x's the max amount because and especially if you are on a penny slot machine, you need to go big or you start getting too excited about winning 60 cents. I actually overheard a conversation from a man that was on one of the penny slots and he said "Wow, so I won sixty dollars just like that", I looked, he had just one sixty credits, lets see dumbass you are on a PENNY MACHINE, do the math, oh wait you don't have to, just add a decimal!

The people that come to the Casino, may be different, but the vast majority of them seem the same. OLD, on oxygen (or close to it considering the amount of second hand smoke i inhaled) and seemingly desperate. Desperate to win the money that they have dreamed of, but if they could only step back and realize that they've put in the money that they would like to win, so to all you old people who think you are going to strike it rich @ Harrah's in IL, maybe you should reconsider, maybe invest in stock you have at least a 10% more chance of gaining financially.

Although, I certainly appreciate my Mom for taking me and the Jacksters out for fun and for letting us blow through around 400 dollars. Fun but it is just so damn painful, once it is over, I'm thinking 'Wow I could buy so many groceries with that money'.

Good Day, and happy mundane monday, hope it isn't as shitty as mine!