An unLucky Trip to the Casinos
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
[I am embarrassed to tell this next story, but for the sake of the blog I will tell on.]
I will start off by saying that going into this next adventure, I believe the Box and I might have underestimated how important free beer is to us (or free alcohol for that matter). Here is how I came to realize this:
A little over a week ago the Box and I decided that a trip to the casinos was in order (see Ben's post Maggie & Margaritas). So we got all dressed up in our Sunday best
and hopped in the car. Now we didn't exactly know where the nearest casino was located at and our internet was down, but we knew the general direction (North) and that it was right across the border into Oklahoma and so we ventured forth, hoping that we were on the right Highway and that we would see a billboard at some point. We were indeed able to confirm that we had guessed right and the drive was a little over an hour to the highly-touted Winstar Casino in Thackerville, Oklahoma. The Box snored the whole way while I memorized a few verses just to brush up.When we arrived at the casino, we were a bit surprised at the overall size of the building…well, actually building isn't quite the right term, it was more like a large circus tent. Nevertheless, we were excited to have arrived and a bit anxious to sit down at the tables with a few stacks of high society and show these toothless red-necks how to play some poker. As we made our way through the parking lot we received several glances from people that were probably thinking, "So that's what a gay couple looks like." We ignored them and continued on through the entrance. We thought it was weird that they didn't ask for our IDs, but we figured that we would be carded when we got a drink or sat down at the tables. We then got asked by the lady at the door, "Oh you guys look awesome, are you here for the Grand Funk Railroad concert?" We informed her that we were not and asked for directions to the poker tables.
After several more comments from people who seemed to really like Ben's hat, we made it to the poker room. There was a woman on a PA system shouting out names and roughly 15 poker tables all full of completely shady-looking characters. I was a bit new to the casino poker scene, so I decided to just follow Ben's lead (probably not a good idea). We walked over to the lady and put our names on the wait list, but we were so far down that our names didn't even appear on the screen that showed you where you were on the queue. Again we were not carded and we were now becoming curious and a bit worried at our chances of playing poker at all this evening.
We decided to walk around and scope things out and try and find a beverage lady because we hadn't seen one yet. The first thing we saw when we turned around was a man giving himself a refill at the self-serve fountain drink station. Then as we took a quick panning glance across the casino we realized two things: 1) There were no beverage ladies because 2) there was no beer or alcohol. Naturally our hearts sank as we discovered what a waste of trip this was becoming. We scoured the entire casino looking for any sign of hope,
but there was none to be found. All we saw was about a million slot machines each occupied by some poor soul pretending to have fun.After confirming the lack of alcohol with one of the employees, we thought we should head back to the poker tables to see where we were on the list only to have our spirits further crushed to see that we hadn't even moved up one spot. We quickly counted the names before us and calculated that it was going to be at least 5 hours before we got a seat at a table. The Box began to weep out loud and feeling fairly awkward, I gently patted him on the back hoping not to add to the "gay vibe" we were sending out. We regrouped, considered all of our options at this point, and decided to cut our losses. We got back into the car with our tails between our legs and headed back home after only 45 minutes at the casino…Box snored all the way home. When we got back we decided to get some pizza and Tecate to help numb the pain.
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posted by Kendal @ 10:02 AM,
7 Comments:
Box is looking good...what is that 3 shades of green he is wearing? Yall should have stayed for Grand funk
Posted by
| Nov 22, 2006, 9:26:00 AM
What about appearing to be gay, and not being able to have fun without alchohol doesn't compliment being an ordained minister.
Posted by | Nov 22, 2006, 10:38:00 AM
I thought we were friends Jax?
Posted by
Kendal | Nov 22, 2006, 3:59:00 PM
What a funny story! You guys know how to have a good time!!
Posted by | Nov 25, 2006, 12:03:00 AM
kendal...jax doesn't like you...i thought everyone knew that ;)
Posted by Kate | Nov 27, 2006, 2:21:00 PM
the only person that wouldn't like Kendal is the pagan male not comfortable with his unapologetic life of service to God OR the outgoing girl drawn to him at a time when he might not have the time or inclination to reciprocate....JAX??!
Posted by | Nov 29, 2006, 1:11:00 PM
You two are hilarious! I always hear about I-35 exit #1 ... maybe you should try the boats in Shreveport, I think that would have been a little more your speed!
Posted by
P.s. I think Ben would have fit in at Winstar a little better with his shirt and tie that have the geese on them ... you know ... the ones he wore to our wedding! | Dec 11, 2006, 9:08:00 AM
The Authors
Kendal Haug
Kendal is a graduate of the University of Texas in Austin and most recently earned his Masters in Biblical Studies from Dallas Theological Seminary. He works for Bible.org and likes to think he knows how to play the guitar. His man-crushes include, but are not limited to: Ryan Adams, Donald Miller, Ray LaMontagne, Neil Young, Vince Young, and of course The Box.
Ben Box
Box, is a recent graduate of Texas A&M University and currently works for Medco Construction building hospitals and being important. Ben loves paying lots of money on broken down Jeeps and has a propensity for getting Kendal into trouble.
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This is a multi-author blog devoted to the happenings of two bachelors living it up in Big D. We will record the daily nonsense that occurs when 2 life-long friends live together in the same apartment and have no shame, sense of fashion, or chance of meeting a girl in the next 10 years.
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