When I returned to work last Monday and was asked about my birthday trip to Las Vegas, I gave a one-word answer: Meh. (You could also insert a sarcastic shoulder shrug in there for visual effect.)
My underwhelming response was followed by an immediate, "I’ve been to much nicer places, and had far better experiences."
Reaffirming our thought process which was, "It's VEGAS baby... You've got to go at least once just to see it!"
That said, I did enjoy the varying levels of architecture and attention to construction detail in the grand casinos on the strip, but my solstice of trying to enjoy those few moments was interrupted by the ‘ding-ding-ding’ of the slot machines that were situated absolutely everywhere.
Neither my husband or I have the desire nor ever developed the skill for gambling. We are both smart enough to know that’s it not there for you to win.
|I lost everything and my husband did not.|
Here's the photographic proof!
TAKEN: APRIL 7th, 2023
My only attempt at the jackpot was a five-dollar bill in a slot machine in the Bellagio. I did get my investment up to $12.95 in winnings and should have cashed out. Instead, I kept pushing the button, rolling the odds, until it was all gone. The entire entertainment experience lasted less than ten minutes!
My husband tried his luck while we waited for our table at Tony Roma’s in the Golden Nugget. His investment was in the three singles he had in his pocket and his chit shows where he landed.
To which I immediately told him, ‘I thought he may have developed a gambling addiction and may want to seek out help’. We both burst into laughter and headed into the restaurant.
On a scale from one to ten, the moral of this post is... Our knack for gambling, negative two. Our knack for investing in great running shoes, positive twelve. We walked and walked and walked.
Thanks goodness there wasn't a charge for that. After all, we lost a whopping $7.83 USD gambling.
Which is like $117.45 CDN these days!