Having exhausted the entertainment possibilities of Bedford,Texas (where I am working this month), I decided to head for the border. The Oklahoma border, that is, where the Choctaw Indian Nation has set up an elaborate Las Vegas-style casino & bingo hall.
It's been a couple decades since I played bingo, so I was looking forward to trying my hand at the million-dollar prize. The last time I played bingo, it was in a shabby hall with a few dozen little old ladies with their lucky daubers. This bingo? Definitely not your grandmother's bingo hall. 800 seats, with choice seating reserved. Video screens. 20 different bingo packages to choose from. And an intimidating crowd of fierce-looking players who looked ready to annihilate a bingo wannabe like me.
It was all way too complicated and overwhelming for me (and the line way too long), so I headed for the simpler, more intimate, penny slots instead. Slide in a buck, push the button. Repeat. One hour later, I was only $6.00 poorer--not bad for an hour's worth of entertainment.
As to what else went down in Choctaw Oklahoma? Let's just say, what happens in Oklahoma, stays in Oklahoma. (Except for the parts worth blogging about, that is....)