This morning started with a brunch bigger than I’ve seen in quite some time. After a short drive through the small towns West of Chicago (in which I noted several amazing shooting locales), my grandmother, mother and I arrived at a casino. (They reward my grandmother with monthly complimentary meals for her “loyalty” to the establishment.) My grandmother is a very lucky woman, so don’t feel too bad for her. I piled my plate high with fruits, vegetables, 4 types of salmon, 3 types of cheeses, crackers, a lamb chop and bits and bobbles of this and that. It was absolutely amazing and every piece of me was grateful for the culinary mastery I devoured at 10am.
We took a short stroll through the casino after breakfast and noticed that there weren't so many people manning the machines. It took a minute for us to figure it out. I mean- it was a weekend- it should be full. Ahh yes... we chuckled as we realized the implications of Sunday morning. :)
I can’t say the gambling scene is something I enjoy too terribly much. Yes, I like games, and yes, I like to win- but money is something I get nervous to gamble away. It surprises me a bit that all those bells and whistles are something my mom enjoys. A few weeks ago, the meal at Buffalo Wild Wings had us on edge with dozens of simultaneous games playing on the big screens around the restaurant, but this day my mom commented, “the more sound effects the better.” ::shrug:: I guess it’s the association of particular noises.
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