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Saturday, December 02, 2006
Golden Girls
Greetings from the Daytona International Airport, land of the newly wed, newly dead, bikers, and NASCAR fans. Yes - an odd mix to be sure. The terminal looks amazingly like the living room set from the "Golden Girls" sitcom. Peaches, greens and a florid hybiscus patterned carpet with fake palm trees everywhere. It also vaguely looks like a maxi-pad commercial. All feminine and calm colors, but I guess that's in direct opposition to the Golden Girls theme.

While the rest of the country suffered an early winter storm, we were content to lie on the beach, read a LOT, go on long bike rides to pretty lighthouses, soak in the hot tub, sit on outside decks overlooking beaches or picturesque inlets, and drink beers and drinks with umbrellas in them. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.

Because the night life in Daytona leaves a lot to be desired this time of year, we decided to throw caution to the wind and went on one of the large luxury casino liners one evening. They head offshore to international waters, and as soon as they cross the three mile mark, the horns go off, and the slot machines magically start to work.

Broadsheet got bored about 30 minutes into the cruise while playing $.25 slots. I never risk more than a stake of $50 if I gamble (I can count on exactly one hand how many times I've actually been to a casino), and after a half hour at the slots, I had increased my kitty to $70.

Bored, my friends and I walked over to the Roulette table and watched for a while. I have no idea how to play Roulette other than to pick a number and hope the ball lands on it. A guy from Texas was nice enough to show me how he was placing his bets and why, and the dealer let me play two hands for free to get the hang of things. Roulette turns out to be a BLAST. You can play a bunch of different games within the same spin, and spread your options to cover the house much more easily than a stupid slot machine, and you actually have to THINK to play it. I was hooked. At one point, I had almost exhausted the $70 kitty I had from the slot machines, and I was only placing $1 bets. I started spreading my bets across the odds and covering multiple numbers at the same time, and was quickly back in the game. Feeling bold, I started covering $1 bets on the board with outside bets of $5 and $10. I finally hit the jackpot and won a $500 hand!

Yeah - should have walked away then, but I was having a ball. I still ended up walking away $350 ahead of what I had when I sat down at the table. Covered my airfare, the rental car for the trip, and my beer money. Not a bad night.

Got some good sunrise photos from our balcony, lots of pelican and bird shots, and even found a "bag in tree" photo for our friends over at BIT. Will post when I get home.

I have to fly through the fourth portal of hell known at the Altanta International Airport, which charges for wireless internet, so I won't be on line from there.
posted by Broadsheet @ 2:35 PM  
1 Editorial Opinions:
  • At December 05, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Glad to see you hit $500 and have enough to pay your expenses. Looks like you had a great time!

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