It was a beautiful day in Aruba.
I did not win at BINGO.
Saturday tends to be a bit quieter here because it is a travel cross-over day – lots of departures and check-ins. The BINGO pots were only in the $80 range today – I would not have complained, though, had I won!
I stayed by the pool this morning because I managed to score a prime piece of chickee real estate!
There’s even a nail so you can hang your bag!
I changed the background for today’s tanning report:
I was a little knitting machine this morning. I am making great progress on A’s sweater:
Sitting poolside in 98 degree weather, knitting, is a great conversation starter! I happily knit and socialized the morning away. And read:
In chatting with My Moms earlier this week, it came out that they had played penny slots over at The Occidental the other night. Ginger won $600! Since my BINGO luck was non-existant this week, I decided to head over there, and see if I could make a little of Ginger’s magic happen myself.
Since I am secretly 88 years old, I went over at 3:30 in the afternoon. Not exactly a rockin’ time o’ day to go gambling.
Now. A couple years ago, we went over to The Holiday Inn down here and played slots. My mom and dad were down here at the time, too. Not being up on Casino Culture, we were snapping photos left, right and centre, when suddenly security came up and gave us a rather stern warning that no pictures were to be taken in the casino.
But…I really wanted some photos this aft of my slot machine adventure. So I turned off my flash on my camera, and stealthily snapped away…
I forgot to ask Ginger exactly which machine she played.
So I wandered around til I found “my machine.” It ended up being…
I only brought $5 with me to play with. The Girls said you need to play the max number of lines possible. So 20 lines per hit it was.
I started off with a couple of good ding-dings!
Sadly, it was all down hill from there on out. Seven minutes after the Party started, I was outta credits. Game Over. Obviously, Ginger took all the luck back with her to New York.
Ah, well. To be honest, I had more fun playing James Bond with the secret photo-snapping than I did with the slots!
Tonight I need to pack up, check out, get my boarding pass organized, and knit. I won’t be going out drinkin’ and gamblin’ on my final night in Aruba – told you I was 88!
Remember to turn your clocks ahead one hour tonight – Daylight Saving Time begins! Hallellujah. This time adjustment works perfectly in my favour: since Aruba is already one hour ahead of the time zone at home, and they DON’T go ahead one hour tonight, I already made the change when I arrived!