Casino

I went gambling yesterday. Had to go 150 miles through curvy roads and right up the Smoky Mountains and over to the other side. Now, I'm not big on heights and those roads aren't very, oh, let's say, comforting. I hate when you get up on a really high mountain and there's no guardrail. Other than those frightening moments where I was certain we were going to plunge to our deaths, it was an okay trip.

When we first got to the casino, we did the slot machines. My uncle put in $20 and the second spin he won twenty more. I stuck my twenty into the machine next to his and started playing, losing, of course. Then I look over at his and he's already up to $64 off that first twenty. In the end he came out of the casino with $70 more than he went in with. I wasn't as lucky. My gambling skills left a lot to be desired.

I enjoyed it quite a bit. The people were so friendly. Everyone was very nice and it was a great atmosphere. I'd love to go back one day to just sit and watch the people. I have to say that casinos probably have the strangest people in the world gathered in one place. What odd, odd, odd people.

Well, anyway, I'm home again. Preparing for whatever I plan to do for the rest of this week. I intend to go to the used bookstore and buy some Agatha Christie books. And I must start writing again.