Gambling with Grandma

Sometimes my heart hurts from how much I love them

I need to preface this post with this tidbit of information: my Grandma is the coolest Grandma ever. And okay, maybe I’m biased. But she is. Just like my Grandpa is probably the unintentionally funniest guy I will ever meet. So instead of Grandma knitting sweaters on a Saturday night, she goes to the casino.

Yes, I was the DD. No, I didn’t have anything else planned on a Saturday night after taking Benny down to the lake for our weekly date. I never said that *I* was cool.

Another thing I should mention: Grandma is a seasoned slot machine player. Seriously. She has the casino card and the plastic springy thing to attach to her purse so that she doesn’t lose it. The woman does not fool around.

Grandma got settled on one of her favourite machines and, after watching her play for a few minutes, I decided to wander around the casino. The thing about wandering around a new place is that sometimes you wander into places that aren’t really meant for you. Like, for example, when I was little and video stores were still around, I ended up in the adult section of the store. My Dad didn’t realize it until I disappeared – I’m not sure if he was more afraid of what I would see or of my Mom finding out that I had got in there under his watch…probably equally both.

It happened again at the casino (except I didn’t end up in the adult section – I don’t know what kind of casino would have that…) when I wandered into the Chinese section. No, seriously. There’s a Chinese section. And guess what? They’re all Chinese people there.

I didn’t realize where I was until I was in the middle of the room and realized that there weren’t anymore fellow round eyes in my vicinity and Chinese characters everywhere (the words, not the people…although them, too). And I was clearly not welcome. They all seemed to stop playing and just look (albeit squintily…too far?). I backed away slowly and paid more attention to my surroundings after that.

Next I decided to try my hand at Roulette. After trying to put half my chips on black and half on red (not allowed, incidentally), one of the casino monitor guys had to assist me in whatever the hell I was trying to do. I did win $20, and that was enough for me (shout out to TF, who told me what to bet on since I was useless).

That was about enough time on my own at this point, so I went in search of Grandma who was doing her thing on the slots. We had decided to leave at 11:30pm, and it was nearing that time. As I approached, I was met with, “How about another half hour…?”

Badass, Grandma. Badass.

Love,

M