Ha ha! No, of course this is not a prototype for my hotel casino project. Rather, it is a six-sided die (only a dork would feel obliged to point out the number of sides) that a relative got for me as a kind of "Someone Went to Vegas and All I Got Was This Lousy Souvenir" type gift. And I love it. You just don't find a lot of Fred merch among the name souvenirs.
I find gambling to be fun, but I'm too cheap to do it seriously. It's about the only vice that doesn't grab me. I keep thinking of exactly how hard I had to work for that C-note that just went flying into the croupier's drawer.
But owning a casino is another matter. Somebody's got to make money from all that gambling, and that's the house. Slot machines particularly line the house's pockets. Why not mine?
I might feel a little bad about it. I've seen real dedicated gamblers in action, and when they're in the zone, winning or losing, they are on Planet Gamble. Old ladies playing six machines at once would probably have to be pulled bodily from the chair in the event of a fire. I wouldn't want to be the fireman who had to try it. So maybe I'm too softhearted for that kind of thing.
Well, I don't have a good name for it anyway. "Fred's" might be okay for a barbecue joint but not for a classy casino. If I were to open it in Vegas, I'd have to find a gimmick. Maybe all Googie stuff; turn the page to the New Frontier era and keep it there. Space-agey but still Rat Pack friendly. Maybe we could call it Planet Gamble.
Hey, I'm starting to like the idea after all! Anybody got a spare half billion?
5 comments:
I don't care for gambling either for much of the same reasons. When the lottery started in CA i wouldn't buy a ticket thinking that dollar would be happier with the 4 coca colas it would buy me from the work vending machine.
Agreed, Bear! Geez, California must have started that lottery a long time ago!
Around 1985. The coke machine was subsidized somewhat by the company. Big Coke contract being amusement park and all. Pepsi muscled in later and I stopped my habit. Probably for the best, I was practically living off Coke during a long shift. Hated stopping to eat.
It's about the only vice that doesn't grab me.
So you're more into vices that involve grabbing you? Potentially useful information should we ever have a personal encounter.
The math is enough to keep me from gambling. Math is gambling's ultimate reality. The house wins most of the time, overwhelmingly...so there you are, & there you be, & Bob's yer uncle.
I can kind of understand betting on horses & sports, but I don't do those either.
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