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<\/a>Actually, the first impression was walking toward the bathroom past displays of ultra-expensive baubles branded with names unknown to me, and thinking of what a perfect set-up they’ve got. \u00a0It’s not likely, but if you do win a bundle, you walk out, and the lady you’re with (or the “lady” you are) decides she absolutely must have one of these trinkets of prestige, and there goes your jackpot.<\/p>\n
The second impression was seeing an ATM and wondering if the fees were as high as the strip-clubs, and for the same reasons. \u00a0Together, those impressions are just a reinforcement of what I assumed: that this is a well-crafted island of consumer exploitation.<\/p>\n
The toilet picture is there because it’s just so poetic. \u00a0I was rushing into the bathroom because I’d been sweating during the tour my special lady friend and I had made on foot down amongst the Falls park. \u00a0It’s also the only pic– well, I’ll give you this one, too, because it’s just so fucking cool:<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n But this isn’t about my day as a local tourist revisiting for the countless time what is to American what the Pyramids are to Egypt, and the East Coast equivalent of the Grand Canyon — but with water<\/em>. \u00a0 It’s not about seeing an obese family and a son sporting a mohawk and an MMA shirt causing me to burst into “Ain’t That America”. \u00a0 It’s not about the black squirrels that are ruining the neighborhood. \u00a0It’s not about wondering whether or not it’s racist of me to think all Asians just wander aimlessly without any regard for those around them as they try to take that perfect shot of a mailbox.<\/p>\n It’s about CASINOS.<\/p>\n Before we left, I printed out the Wikipedia entry on Blackjack, primarily so I’d know the proper hand signals. \u00a0Turns out they’re fairly intuitive: tap the table or make two “gimme” curling fingers to hit, flat horizontal back-and-forth to stay, and some others. \u00a0I won’t go into the others, or any strategies, because it turns out it didn’t matter. \u00a0 I hadn’t planned to count cards or beat the house– I just wanted to have a fun. \u00a0I had a wild whim to follow the advice the titular \u00a0Philip Baker Hall<\/a>\u00a0character from\u00a0“Sydney” (AKA “Hard Eight”) gives to \u00a0John C. Reilly<\/a>, but that still makes about as much sense to me as the end of “Trading Places”.<\/p>\n Practically, it doesn’t matter because the table minimum — the minimum bet you can make on a hand — was $25. \u00a0I wasn’t gonna risk blowing my wad on a couple hands.<\/p>\n Therefore, this will not be so much about gambling<\/em> in casinos (except for penny slots), but about the experience, what to expect, and how to avoid appearing to be the newbie you most definitely are.<\/p>\n There are a shitload of slot machines. \u00a0Rooms full. \u00a0You turn a corner, and there are a thousand more, and a room full of Thai businessmen playing\u00a0Baccarat. \u00a0 But all these slots, they’re running a total of maybe a half-dozen programs, just colored with different themes.<\/p>\n Most do not have levers. \u00a0This was disappointing.<\/p>\n You pay by slipping in fives, tens, twenties, or higher bills — just like a snack or drink machine. \u00a0Chips are for the tables, and I didn’t play the tables.<\/p>\n At this particular casino, you get a “Players Card”. \u00a0It comes with a $10 credit you can spend, but you can’t cash it out. \u00a0It’s for spending on the machines. \u00a0Oh, and coins don’t spill out when you win, and you don’t feed them into the machines. \u00a0You press a “Get Ticket\/Cash Out” button and get a slip of paper you put into another machine that dispenses American cash.<\/p>\n The “Service” button on the slots doesn’t indicate that you want a drink. \u00a0It means the machine isn’t working and you need some help. \u00a0We figured this out (and my lady had been there before, many times) after waiting at least an hour for a “drink girl” to come by. \u00a0I wanted these vaunted free drinks they give to ply you to spend more. \u00a0The human drink dispensers came by twice<\/em> in the six-plus hours we were there. \u00a0That was my disappointment.<\/p>\n Anyway, I kept slapping that “Service” button because I wanted a drink. \u00a0A light atop the machine would go on for a bit, and I thought that indicated to the servers that you would like a refreshing alcoholic beverage. \u00a0Well, about an hour after we’d started pressing it, two guys in suits come over and say, “We noticed you pressing the button a lot– is there a problem with the machine?” \u00a0And I honestly answered, “No, I thought that’s how we let you guys know we wanted a drink.”<\/p>\n They weren’t upset. \u00a0They said they’d tell the girl to stop by on her next time around.<\/p>\n They didn’t, and she didn’t. \u00a0Must’ve been because we were in a sparse penny-slot section. \u00a0Maybe the nickel or quarter slots get more drinks.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This post is about my first visit to a casino. 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