My First Trip to a Casino
My First Trip to a CasinoMy First Trip to a Casino
I had anxiously awaited my first trip to a casino from the moment the local networks televised their arrival in Biloxi, Ms. Knowing my mode of transportation was inadequate for this lengthy distance, and my finances were inadequate as well, I longingly awaited for my chance at riches.
I could barely contain my excitement on the endless drive to Biloxi. I must have asked enough questions to write a three-chapter book. Jerry, my friend, patiently answered all of these to the best of his knowledge of casinos. I remember thinking, after hearing his muffled chuckle, that his amusement was as strong as my excitement. Upon arrival, I literally jumped from his vehicle before it had completely stopped.
I felt like a wild stallion rushing pass bodies with my long mane blowing in the wind. The bright lights on the grand entrance had a magnetic quality about them. I felt myself drawn to them, almost hypnotically. I came back to my senses once Jerry caught up with me and grabbed my elbow. He laughingly advised me to slow down. Once inside, Jerry immediately handed me a one hundred-dollar bill and told me to go have fun. Jerry informed me as to what area he could be located in. I safely tucked the bill in my deepest pocket.
I began to move through the vast crowds of people, swerving and dodging bodies as my eyes moved from left to right trying to capture every aspect all at once. A waitress came along and I ordered a drink. Impatiently I awaited her return, my delirious enjoyment having halted for the moment. I happily returned to strolling through the crowds and watching people after receiving my drink. After what seemed like an hour, I casually made my way back to Jerry. Jerry assumed I had lost the money and proceeded to give me another hundred-dollar bill. I did not correct him. I took the money and made another dash around the casino, this time on a different floor. After I approached Jerry again, he pulled out a chair beside him and told me to sit. I sat beside him at the black jack table and he placed a twenty five-dollar chip in front of me, as well as, himself. My mind raced frantically at the thought of losing that amount of money on one hand of cards. I won the hand, as did he, and pulled one of the chips back from the table. I watched in astonishment as he placed his winning chip on top of the other one, making it a fifty-dollar bet. In my eyes, he was a hard core gambler.
The end of the evening was a pleasant ride home knowing I had seven hundred and sixty two dollars in my once empty pocket. I was still quite exhilarated with the experience I had enjoyed. I was also very thoughtful about the value of hard-earned money and how easily one could gamble it all away.