This past weekend, I took a little trip to the President's Casino, as part of an activity with Metropolis. It was one of those "you have to do it once in your life" kind of deals, much like an excursion to a strip club when I was younger.
It's interesting to see other people make the casino part of their Saturday night - on the whole, I spent two hours and fifteen minutes at the casino, and one hour and fifty of that was in the buffet talking to some friends about Kevin Smith movies. After that, it's a multicolored, loud, gaudy experience - much like a Hawaiian shirt with Day-Glo paint spilled on it. Ended up tripling my money - spent $20, and won about $70 playing blackjack. (However, the highlight was watching a now-former friend play the "I-don't-like-you-anymore-so-I'm-going-to-visibly-ignore-you" game. It was almost like being in 7th grade again, it was so sweet).
Of course, given that I work for a substance abuse-related agency, I just had to take a good look at the poker bar - that's right, you can gamble and consume large amounts of alcohol at the same time. Get all of your compulsive behaviors taken care of at once. (I didn't play, though - after a few rounds of blackjack, I heeded the man's advice, and knew when to hold 'em, and when to fold 'em).
My biggest, most hazardous stunt this weekend? Watching Weekend at Bernie's, acquiring through ordering a Papa John's pizza. Nothing like enjoying the wacky shenanigans of a dead guy to liven up one's weekend.