THE MOHEGAN SUN

It was 4:30 A.M., I arose and TLW (The Little Woman) was already up and about. We were on our way to the Mohegan Sun Gambling Casino, owned by Native Americans, run by Asian Americans, and patronized by grumpy old White People Americans.

Going across the Long Island Sound in a jet-powered ferryboat, after a very pleasant sunrise ride out to the end of the North Shore to Orient Point, made for a very enjoyable trip. The bus picked us up, gave us $20 meal money, and $40 gambling money.

We played an Asian game called Sic Bo, and I won $90 bucks, plus and additional $13 bucks in poker. TLW also had a hot hand and won some money herself.

We went to Todd English’s Tuscany, an Italian/Tuscan fused with Asian restaurant, and we ate like never before. If you ever go to the Mohegan Sun, eat there and have the lunch buffet. The best deal in the building. After checking out all the restaurant menus, of which there are many, they are all over-priced, like Michael Jordon’s Steak, $58!

Like any good, white old man, I frequented the men’s room a few times, and am now depressed. Old men, everywhere, but particularly in the men’s room, where you hear: “Brrrrfff, blubbbp, sonofabitch! And my favorite; zzzzziiiiiiiiiiippppppppp.” It took one old guy forever!

There was one gentleman; who went into the men’s room, and quickly forgot why. Fortunately for yours truly, I went in, but couldn’t find a phone.

All day long, shorts with spinderly legs, Velcro straps on the sneakers, and a scowl. The wives although lively, smoked, drank, ad play the slot machines like bored prostitutes at work.