Old people get their day.

Anyone who lives in Las Vegas knows, never, ever gamble on the strip.


It sits all blingy and pretty as it takes your money.. fast!

 I don't gamble to win, but I like to at least play a little on my five bucks. (It is better when you win.)
The local Casinos are much better.
And when you get a players card, you earn points. Points towards all sorts of stuff from free buffets to crappy T-shirts.



Which make great work shirts.

Which brings us to Wednesdays. Senior day all across the valley.
5x your points as your bony fingers hit the slot buttons.


Big money! I pray for big money!

 The buffets offer 1/2 point deals on the mediocre food.. and extra creamed corn and mashed potatoes.

The casino floors are slowly buzzing with the noise of social security checks going bye bye.

So the journey begins.. taking Dad out to play a little.

Don't expect to move quickly, we have to navigate the wheelchairs and walkers.

Watch your step for the oxygen tanks that sit humming next to the old man and his beloved cigarette.

Don't get tangled in the mess of  lanyards dangling from your fellow slot sharks neck, a collection of players cards attached and ready for action.


I drove around the parking lot twenty times, everyone of the hundred or so handicap parking spots were occupied. Seriously, I had to drop the teenagers off and hike back to the front door.



Looks like this on a Friday night.


It's all worth it... Mom and Dad love them some slot action!
So do I.