I kept meaning to go whenever he'd play at Pine Knob (he was a regular every summer for several years there) and I never did. I'm guessing Macca's got at least one more world tour under his belt (god knows he'll need it to recoup his losses after that divorce settlement) so that'll probably be when I go. (And if Zeppelin tours this autumn, as I hope I hope I hope they will -- you and me, second row at the Palace, screaming and bowing and throwing underwear. I'm actually not joking there. When I saw Plant & Page back in 1995, I was in the very last row of the floor, but had an excellent view, and I have never danced or rocked out so hard in my life. It was as close to a transcendent moment as I've ever had without actual sex being involved.)
Slots are boring (and depressing, when you see some little old lady who obviously can barely afford prescription medication sitting there for hours on end blowing her life savings), but I'm no good at cards (especially can't stand playing 'em in social settings -- chess and Monopoly are my games, and that's all). And I'm not skilled enough at gambling to do more than small-potatoes stakes. I probably could train myself to be really good and even count cards stealthily, but I've never bothered.
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Date: 2008-07-08 11:19 pm (UTC)Slots are boring (and depressing, when you see some little old lady who obviously can barely afford prescription medication sitting there for hours on end blowing her life savings), but I'm no good at cards (especially can't stand playing 'em in social settings -- chess and Monopoly are my games, and that's all). And I'm not skilled enough at gambling to do more than small-potatoes stakes. I probably could train myself to be really good and even count cards stealthily, but I've never bothered.