CasiNO?

I have a confession. I make snap decisions. I am a bit judgmental and at times quick to disregard people, places, items of clothing... completely out of hand. That said, I can usually be won over and then experience the unexpected delight of enjoying something or someone I never thought I would.
What am I referring to here? The casino.

I HATE CASINOS! They are filthy, aesthetically void, full of zombies pulling levers and staring at flashing lights in the hope that their pathetic lives will be changed-all with not having to get up off their #$%es! It's dark for a reason, the place smells like cigarettes smoked in 1994. The food-well I wouldn't know since I was too scared to order any. The drinks are uncultivated-just like all the people there. The clothes-the CLOTHES! Are pathetically ragged, dirty, or otherwise black leather fringe-covered. I could go on, and you know it.

Until yesterday I had never stepped foot in a casino. Never cared to. Never been to Vegas, never cared to. I'm Woody Allen-not Heidi Montag. All that said, 30 minutes at the craps table with my best friend was enough to convince me that though it is disgusting and you need serious hand-sanitizer, it's also kind of silly fun.

The rules: um...not all too sure but there is a lot of putting red, white or green plastic circles on a table with numbers on it, rolling dice REALLY hard at the back of a long table and hoping to God no one rolls a 7. Why was this fun? Because my best friend who is not a gambler and has maybe been to a casino 4-5 times was humming with excitement, giggling, laughing, smiling and otherwise totally into the whole experience. We had $100 to lose, and in 20minutes had made about $50. But in the end we lost the whole $100. Sad? Not really. Sure it's silly to throw a Benjamin out on a table and not have any return, but the return was on his face. In his eyes, so sparkly and smiling-we were kids! It was reckless, irresponsible, and down right white trash(believe me, if you knew where I grew up, you wouldn't doubt I know what it looks like), but it was about an hour and it got our hearts racing enough to make the Chinese food we ate half an hour later-not at the casino-feel less artery blocking.

The moral of the story; even the worst has an ounce of the best. You just have to stop judging long enough to see it.

...that said, I think that was enough casino-slumming it for a life-time. :)