Though I will say that there was a surprising amount of younger people, usually in the form of roaming bands of frat boys on the lookout for babes: their natural prey. Mostly geriatrics hooked up to oxygen and penny slots. The experience of the casino itself was just as depressing as you might imagine. The Beijing Room was by far the flashiest of all the ceiling accoutrement, and where we spent the most of our time. All of its areas were named after cities, and I believe that this was the “Rome Room”. Though it did have some very beautiful decorations all throughout. It’s important to note that this is the largest casino in the world and it was near impossible to get a photo of its true magnitude. We sang Irish folk songs all the way back and had milkshakes. Traveling the hour plus in both directions turned out to actually be the fun part of the journey, especially the trip home. Ethan, having lived 25 years on this planet, decided that it was past time for him to go to his first casino and so we all escorted him to Oklahoma in his endeavor to correct this oversight.
Today is my friend Ethan’s birthday, and while normally I prefer to post a craft here on my blog it’s really all about “doing something” everyday and this most certainly counts.
