Today being July 7, 2007 - or 7-7-7 - my friend, Mary Jo, suggested we hit a casino, both in honor of such a "lucky" day and also our friend, Sue's, birthday. Vegas was more of a trek than we wanted, so we decided to check out the Morongo Casino in Cabazon (near Palm Springs).
The bad news: So did everybody else and their brother. The casino was MOBBED. Literally every one of the 2,000 slot machines and 100-plus gaming tables was occupied. There was a sort of low hum of despair rather than the buzz of hope (and the occasional clanging of a winning slot machine) that I've come to associate with a casino. At one point, Mary Jo gazed around at the teeming masses and said, "It looks like Ellis Island."
We killed time at a nightclub hoping things would clear out. They didn't. Around midnight we stood at the bank of video roulette tables and tried to start the wave (two guys participated, but then it died).
At 1:30 AM my friend dove for a vacated nickel slot machine.
By 2 AM - tired of the crowds and the confusing slot machines (one of us got a 777 and it didn't pay anything) we gave up and went to Denny's for breakfast.
OK. Even though it wasn't the gambling fest we'd hoped for, the evening wasn't a total bust: I left 40 cents up on the slots...and the experience was SO bad, it was good.