We went to Foxwoods Casino and Resort yesterday. It's only an hour and a half from Boston, but for some reason we hadn't made it there yet. And at the age of 39, it was my first official casino visit, believe it or not. I saw every cliche known to casino lore there--grandmas and grandpas in wheelchairs and pushing walkers. The only thing I didn't see was someone with an oxygen tank, although I almost needed one myself from all the smoke.
Is this what Vegas looks like? Yes, Dennis assures me, this is a small taste-test of what to expect Sept 16-17 when we're out west. I think we'll take Koby to Circus Circus for the shows, which should be marginally more entertaining than watching the various octogenarians doing a bicep workout on the slot machines.
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