Colorful

I gotta say, video keno players are the craziest people on the planet. They are so very superstitious, they think they can control the numbers that are coming out by rubbing the screen, banging the screen, tapping on the glass, making crazy little hand gestures, and even parking in certain spots. I sat next to a guy that always played six numbers and whenever he hit 5 out of 6, he would do a shot of tequila. That shot would sit next to him for hours if he didn't get 5 out of 6. Some nights he walked out pretty sober and then other nights he got drunk as hell, depending on if the machine was hitting.

Tonight I was seated next to a woman that was making little curly cue lines in the air with her fingers. I don't know how else to explain it. She was sort of like drawing in the air where she wanted her numbers to hit on the screen. She was so very weird. I was DYING to hit so that I could say "wow, all my numbers came out and I didn't even have to make crazy hand gestures!!!" Of course, I lost, so I wasn't able to be a smart ass. I gave her enough weird looks though, so I'm sure she got the picture.

A few days ago I was sitting next to a woman that asked me if I minded if she smoked. Wow! That rarely happens. She was really nice, talkative, but not annoying. She was telling me about some of the crazy people she's met at the casino. I completely understood where she was coming from.

A few weeks back I was at the Cannery and I met this homeless guy. Yeah, I know how to really draw in the winners. ha ha Anyway, he didn't look homeless. He was funny, making jokes to anyone within ear shot. He knew a lot of the people that worked there, I just figured he was a regular. So, each time I went to the Cannery, I would run into him and he'd start talking to me. We both play the same game, so we were frequently sitting in the same area. He was a little annoying and I found myself walking WAY across the casino to a different spot to avoid him. Sometimes. And then other times I was happy enough to listen to his mouth going on and on and on.

I found out he was homeless pretty quickly because he really wasn't shy about spreading it around. Eventually, he met up with a guy that was in town for a few weeks working on a job. He let him move into his room at the Cannery while he's in town. Nice huh?? He used to sit at the machines all night and gamble and drink until his money ran out and then he had to wander the streets. Now he just wanders the halls to his room.

So, he leaves town for a few days because he wanted to go back to Texas I think to get a car or something. I dunno. I go up to the Cannery and no less than 3 people approach me to ask me where my friend is. Ummmmmm, what? Why is everyone asking me? And furthermore, what did he tell them to make them think I keep tabs on him? Sheesh! I can only imagine.

The security guard commented the other day that he thought we were really tight and that he was supposed to hook us up. I'm thinking, "uh yeah, I'm going to let the homeless guy start hooking me up". That's just what I need.

I just meet the most colorful characters. I guess they could say the same about me though too right??

The nice lady I was sitting next to told me that she's had people offer to give her their food stamp card if she would throw them some cash. hehe I was cracking up. Vegas - gotta love it.