Tuesday I seen Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Kick ass. Wednesday I ate mexican food and went to Eagle Mountain casino. Half-Kick ass.
OUATIM, I think, was an excellent conclusion to the El Mariachi trilogy. High action, that's all it was, high action.
Wednesday, Timmy calls us up and wants to take us out to dinner as way of thanking me for helping them with Gina's website. I quickly accept the offer. It was decided a few nights earlier that we would eat at La Tapatia. A little mexican place in an alley. The food was actually quite good.
As we're eating, we get to talking about gambling and how it would be cool to go. So, we go. (I'm rhyming way too much.) Now, Eagle Mountain is on a Indian reservation (or is it Native-American reservation?) and this reservation is up IN THE mountain. I don't know the exact elevation, but you can tell that the air is much thinner outside the casino.
The drive is cool 'cuz you pass by burial grounds and it's twisty as hell, so it kinda feels like a roller coaster, other cars come within inches of your car as you go around the bend of a mountain, their lights blinding your eyes. Very cool.
If you get motion sickness, however, it's not as fun. I suffer from motion sickness, but thankfully, I didn't get sick.
So how was the casino? The inside reminded me of a retirement home. But most Indian (they say Indian on the commercials) casinos remind of old folks homes anyway. I've never been to one without seeing a morbidly obese woman, wearing a moo-moo, with an oxygen tank with a thousand dollars in a nickel machine. I was playing BlackJack with a toothless man who had been there for 48-hours straight. He was a big-shot, betting $50 a hand at a $3 table.
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