My grand canyon trip has not so far turned out to be quite the spiritual voyage i had hoped for… rather than a 500 mile drive through the desert we flew to vegas, where i kicked myself for not knowing what type and quantity of casino chips i should pick up for the ppl back home. Not having intended to come to vegas i was ill prepared for gambling, not having a clue how to play any card game… so we wandered around our hotel/casino and the three adjoining it. Tropicana, MGM, New York New York, and Excalibur in case you’re interested.
We wandered into the kiddies’ arcade and hit the JACKPOT on the Big Dozer game (or something) a game where you had to time the rolling of your coin … rhythm and timing are particular fortés of mine (ladies…) … 250 prize tickets emerged from the machine and for 15 seconds i was the big hero of every 8-year old in the place, plus one Dad who figured if this pansy Limey could do it, why shouldn’t he…?
Faced with the choice of 6 shoddily-constructed plush mascots, or one sizeable but sub-standard rubber ball, I gave the tickets to a little girl whose big sister had a whole
bucketful and we made out way upstairs to where the big people played.