September 5, 2011

• The Lost Weekend

  Friday night me and the boys went to a new casino in the area. The casino opened sometime in July and  it is about 45 minutes from where I live. The casino is about a free throw from O'Hare Airport, which I think is brilliant. Just imagine that you are from out of town and staying at a hotel right next to the airport and want something to do. Or your flight is delayed, so you go to the casino to kill time while you wait for your flight. Heck, they even have a monitor on the wall that shows the flights at O'Hare. Pretty nifty if you ask me.

  Overall it is a very nice casino; not just very nice but about the nicest one I've ever been to. It is, in the truest sense, an upper class casino. This means that it costs more to gamble there. In fact, an overwhelming majority of the tables had a $25 or $50 minimum. And this was not in the high limit section, this was right out there on the floor. The high limit had a separate room in which they had a $200 minimum blackjack table. Fuck me, $200! Nobody was at that table though.

  So you might be wondering what type of dumbass opens up a rich man's casino in the middle of an awful, struggling economy, right? Well guess what, the damn place was fucking packed! And it was not your typical old, ugly and fat people who struggle to breathe so bad that they have oxygen tank they carry with them. No, these were mostly younger and hot who obviously had money to burn. The casino is located in an area that is surrounded by many affluent suburbs here in Illinois. The place was so packed that I had to wait 45 minutes to lose my money on these new, cool, video roulette games.

  So that was Friday. Saturday I had a barbecue. After the rain, we had a lot of fun playing a couple of games of basketball that I lost at, the last of which ended with a move that my brother made that was so good that it was hard to believe. Of course, I was attempting to guard him which made it even worse.

  Yesterday a group of us went to Arlington Track to bet on the ponies. This was the first time I had gone there in probably about eight years.  I swear I love the track, but hate losing, which I did a lot of. And what made things worse was that some of the employees were downright assholes. Speaking of assholes, there was a lady there who lost her six year old son. So she walked around calling out his name while some of the people I was with helped looked for him. Me though, I told her to shut up and just get a new son already.

  Today was our annual Labor Day baseball game. Every time we play, my brother and I are captains and pick the teams. As usual I thought I picked a good team, which would have been the case had we stopped after one inning. But, alas, they play nine full innings. Of course we lost and to add injury to insult, I purposely ran hard into the pitcher to try to prevent him from picking up the weak ball I hit. I had intended on being goofy when I ran into him which was the case, except that my whole left side hurts like hell now and I've had some trouble breathing. So what did we do after ball, we went back to my house and played basketball again. Of course, to keep consistent with the rest of the weekend, I lost.

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