unfortunately, they actually look like that.


My wonder is rivaled only by my jealousy and an awful knowledge that if I worked harder, I could look like that too.
They were everywhere.
They shared our dressing room.

When we were out on the casino floor, they smiled at us broadly and kindly as we passed each other.
Me: They even SMELL good.

Adam: (in a rush) Thank goodness you said it. I couldn't say it without being creepy.

Turns out the gig I was in California for was a casino opening.

Let me tell you a thing or two about casino openings. I've done two now, so I'm an expert.
  • Poor people with serious health problems come for free food, indoor smoking, and penny slots.
  • so.
  • depressing.
  • free food and a lot of booze.
  • a very unsurprising amount of fender benders in the many parking lots.

1 comment:

Jeremy said...

Hey, you're back on my turf again! I thought I was the only one who had been to more than one casino opening.

What's also depressing is that they are one of the last bastions of live entertainment. Casinos, like malls, are the fake public places of the future: privately owned, relentlessly secure, profit focused and generally corporatized. The good thing is that they still attract lowlifes and weirdos like those underwater volcanic vents attract tube worms. AND that they have more money than they know what to do with, so some pieces of strangeness still come through.

The most fun karaoke I ever observed (without getting to be part of) was in a casino in Temecula, CA, where everyone who was 21 came to this lounge and drank and sang and pretty resolutely didn't bother gambling, from what I saw. There wasn't anything else to do there. There was an absolutely spot-on version of "Shorty Got Low."

In this century, like all others, no matter how hard they try to take it over, you make your own fun.