A Day at the Indian Casino

I drove to the desert.

I had a week off and was originally planning a trip to Dollywood with a friend of mine whose 'people' are from Tennessee. Well, he kind of sort of passively aggressively baled on me. And I wasn't about to give the vacation time back to the agency.

So I made day trips. One of these trips included a drive to Morongo. California Indian Casino, CA | Morongo Casino Resort & Spa I went for the slot machines. Blackjack requires too much math. I limit myself to just how much I can/am willing to afford to lose and--when that moment happens--I stop or head home. I was able to enjoy a meal and a dessert as well as some fun spinning time in front of the one-armed bandit.

It's not the healthiest way to live. Gaming in and of itself (especially with machines that lean towards supporting the house) is not a profitable pastime/hobby. But I know there are subliminal messages with the sounds and lights of the machines. You could close your eyes and push the button (you don't even have to pull the lever anymore) and still feel the tense sounds.

Oh! There is a spa there. I could have gotten my face exfoliated! Oh well, I took out my liquid soap and coarse corn meal, mixed them up, and gave myself a homemade face scrub.

Glad I went. It'll probably be another ten years before I return.