the view from The Plaza: The Las Vegas Club
The Opposite Corner is The Golden Gate Hotel and Casino
Straight down the Middle is Fremont Street (gorgeous at night)
Remember my
"E" post (yes, I know that was a lot of letters back) on euchre? My parents were avid card players. My dad really liked to play poker. That was not a game that he taught to me, but
that feeling that he had about Las Vegas must have been something that I
picked up on, because I vividly can
recall saying as a teenager that "Dad and I are going to Vegas when I grow
up." Did my dad talk a lot about
Vegas? Not that I remember. However, there must have been a feeling in
the air about it. I knew that he wanted
to go. And even though I had never
gambled in my life, I wanted to go, too.
After I
graduated college and started working, my dad acted on his own desire. He started to go on local casino trips. He then started a Casino Tour Group with his
brother and another partner. He enjoyed
that for many years. He even went to
Vegas several times (without me).
However, it didn't really fill that Vegas need that he had. So, he moved there. Yep.
He left Ohio and moved to Vegas.
Even I was shocked. I was living
in Georgia, or maybe Florida, by this time. (It's so hard to keep up....)
Eventually,
my mom and I did go to Vegas while my dad was still living out there, so I did
get to spend time with my dad in Vegas. In
a strange way that edict that I made as a teenager was fulfilled. More specifically, I actually went to Vegas
with both of my parents, despite the fact that
they were divorced. It wasn't the
trip with my dad that I had planned in my head, but it sure was fun. And they got along much better divorced than
they ever did married, so we all had a great time.
Both of my
parents have always been conservative gamblers and so am I. I love it like crazy, but my dad taught me to
never take more than you can afford to lose.
Ironically, our family is pretty lucky overall, and since we play it so
cool, we tend to come out even or ahead in these matters. However, gambling was something that my
brother *used to say* that he would never do.
In fact, I can clearly recall him saying that gambling is the same thing
as flushing your money down the toilet.
Mom and I just looked at each other.
(How was this possible? Dad loved
to gamble. She loves to gamble. I love to gamble. Aaaahhh.
Lightbulb moment: he just hadn't tried it yet.) Needless to say, once he visited my dad in
Vegas, it was all over but the taking it back.
My brother now loves the Casino.
And Vegas. So much so that he
bought a Timeshare there. That was
something else that he would Never.Ever.Do, because it was throwing your money
away.
The
takeaway: never say never. The other
takeaway: don't take your debit card to Vegas.
Only lose what you are prepared to lose.
And if you win or break even, you are one lucky duck.
On a more personal note, you simply don't know how much time
you will get with people. If I hadn't made that trip out to Vegas with
mom when I did, I never would have gotten to fulfill my "Vegas trip with
dad desire." It wasn't long after this trip that he decided to move
back to Ohio. Shortly after that move he
was diagnosed with Stage 4 Cancer, and passed away. Life is short. Take advantage of the opportunities when they
come. Seize the day. Viva Las Vegas!
Rating: Passion, with some Life Lessons thrown in...
Have you ever been to Las Vegas? Any other Casinos? Did you love it or hate it? Have you ever been thankful that you seized an opportunity when you did or filled with regret that you missed one?
