Last week we stopped in a casino near Hoover Dam to use the restroom. (Long road trip.) Would have put a fiver in a slot game too, but the smoke got to us first.
Two nights ago, after an inspiring talk by a fellow photo group member on the uses of Boost posts, I came home, put 20 dollars on Facebook, and said "show me the cherries." Despite the absence of lights and whirring noises I could feel the the thrill of the bet, the sure and fatal knowledge that the dealer always wins, and the satisfyingly simple entertainment of seeing exactly what turns up. Sure there was a moment when I wanted to keep going, build a streak, see myself as a winner, weeoo. But I promised my partner that Vegas rules would apply. Choose an amount; bet it; then leave.
Thanks big time to everyone who responded to my picture (at right). Sorry big time to everyone who hated having my sponsored self stuck in their face. Gamblers are messy people. I'm going now to clean up my act.
Would I gamble again under the FB bigtop? It's dimly possible.
Am I excited about Ello and its absence of ads? You bet your life.
Is there a reason to go back to that desert casino? Actually, yes.
The ladies room had an awesome sound system, and it was playing Solomon Burke