AUTHOR: Dave Sypniewski DATE: Friday, April 22, 2005 ----- BODY: Given the choice, I'd rather take a place like The Luxor over any crappy riverboat casino in Indiana! Posted by Hello I've got two female friends who enjoy to hit the riverboat casinos in Illinois and Indiana. One of them could possibly be considered a "newbie" while the other one goes at it like a pro! Not only that, but she's passed up vacations to faraway places in favor of Las Vegas. These two don't know one another and that's a good thing because, introduced, they'd be in Joliet or Hammond spending their husband's money like it was going out of style. My other friend is someone I've known since childhood and I don't think it's an issue like it is with my friend who I shall call "Amy". Amy and I dated for a while nearly ten years ago. She called me one day at work and said she's planning a trip to Vegas and wanted my input (I had been there only a month prior to that) on where to go, what to do, stuff like that. I tossed a few ideas her way and told her to stay at The Luxor. It's a nice place. She went there and loved it and two months later was making plans to go again. She told me that she would "never go to one of the riverboats here in Chicago/Indiana because it wasn't the same as Vegas!" You're damned right it's not. The boats have an agenda: To go after poor people who shouldn't even be on the damn boat in the first place. It didn't take long for Amy to bend her own rules and head to Hammond, Indiana to gamble. Big gambler she was playing the nickel slots. Before I knew it, after we downgraded our relationship to friends, Amy was headed from Wheaton to Indiana almost every weekend. She did tell me that she was concerned about the largely black and hispanic clientle. It was only a week or two after that when she called me and said she had her car broken into in the parking lot of Trump's Casino. "They took all my s***!" she said, "Do you believe it?" she asked. Uhhh yeah! Hello. When you go to Hammond, that's a gamble in itself. You may get swindled, cheated, robbed, shot or raped. She got away easy...two broken windows, a stolen stereo, stolen CD's, and $20 in cash. The kicker: She informed management of what happened and they pointed her to a sign at the entrance of the lot where her car was parked that read "We are not responsible for lost or stolen property" Basically, she was screwed and swore up and down, no more boats...only Las Vegas. Guess what? I talked to her a month or so ago and she's at it again. "Where you calling from?" I asked. "The Horseshoe in Hammond!" This is where my story and sympathy ends. You may get your ass whooped at the tables in Vegas, but you'll get your ass whooped for real in Hammond! THAT'S the way I see it! -------- Squealing Pig WORLDWIDE!: What Happens in Indiana, Stays in Indiana Police Reports!

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Friday, April 22, 2005

What Happens in Indiana, Stays in Indiana Police Reports!

Given the choice, I'd rather take a place like The Luxor over any crappy riverboat casino in Indiana! Posted by Hello I've got two female friends who enjoy to hit the riverboat casinos in Illinois and Indiana. One of them could possibly be considered a "newbie" while the other one goes at it like a pro! Not only that, but she's passed up vacations to faraway places in favor of Las Vegas. These two don't know one another and that's a good thing because, introduced, they'd be in Joliet or Hammond spending their husband's money like it was going out of style. My other friend is someone I've known since childhood and I don't think it's an issue like it is with my friend who I shall call "Amy". Amy and I dated for a while nearly ten years ago. She called me one day at work and said she's planning a trip to Vegas and wanted my input (I had been there only a month prior to that) on where to go, what to do, stuff like that. I tossed a few ideas her way and told her to stay at The Luxor. It's a nice place. She went there and loved it and two months later was making plans to go again. She told me that she would "never go to one of the riverboats here in Chicago/Indiana because it wasn't the same as Vegas!" You're damned right it's not. The boats have an agenda: To go after poor people who shouldn't even be on the damn boat in the first place. It didn't take long for Amy to bend her own rules and head to Hammond, Indiana to gamble. Big gambler she was playing the nickel slots. Before I knew it, after we downgraded our relationship to friends, Amy was headed from Wheaton to Indiana almost every weekend. She did tell me that she was concerned about the largely black and hispanic clientle. It was only a week or two after that when she called me and said she had her car broken into in the parking lot of Trump's Casino. "They took all my s***!" she said, "Do you believe it?" she asked. Uhhh yeah! Hello. When you go to Hammond, that's a gamble in itself. You may get swindled, cheated, robbed, shot or raped. She got away easy...two broken windows, a stolen stereo, stolen CD's, and $20 in cash. The kicker: She informed management of what happened and they pointed her to a sign at the entrance of the lot where her car was parked that read "We are not responsible for lost or stolen property" Basically, she was screwed and swore up and down, no more boats...only Las Vegas. Guess what? I talked to her a month or so ago and she's at it again. "Where you calling from?" I asked. "The Horseshoe in Hammond!" This is where my story and sympathy ends. You may get your ass whooped at the tables in Vegas, but you'll get your ass whooped for real in Hammond! THAT'S the way I see it!

posted by Dave Sypniewski at Friday, April 22, 2005

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