My parents and I drove up to Shreveport for two nights at the Horseshoe Casino (technically in Bossier City, across the river). A very nice hotel to stay in. My first-ever professional massage was at 2pm, a 1-hour Swedish. I always wonder at the rich and powerful who pay people to manipulate their bodies, whether it's bathing, massaging, or dressing them. Paying somebody to rub their elbows along the bottom of your feet was pretty new to me. I always like a good massage, but I never really got that "Wow, that feels really good" feeling. I figure it's because I don't feel a lot of stress anyway, so it doesn't manage to tense me up that much.
Later on I was off to play roulette, my favorite casino game (which unfortunately also presents the worst odds of winning). I walked around for a while, then watched a good looking Thai girl lay down money all over the table. She hung around for a long time, but I didn't get the feeling she was actually trying to win, just seeing how much she could put on the table at one time. I lost pretty quickly.
Dinner that night was a filet with shrimp, which was good. After laying down with a drink, I tried my luck again, and hung aroun dfor a lot longer. I threw more money around than I usually do, and that seemed to work for a while. But remember, boys and girls, in the long run, you always lose. Casinos play to people's addictions. Walk down the line of slot machines and count the number of people with a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, playing two slot machines at the same time. No windows so you can discern the passage of time. I enjoy the casino, but I don't go in expecting--or even worse, needing--to win.
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