Wampum

I'm no longer a virgin. After years of saying, "I don't know, I've never been there," when asked about the gambling in Cherokee, I finally broke down and made the trip over the mountain to the Indian casino. Here's what I have to say about it: its a casino. A wasteland of slot machines. The poker tables are electronic, i.e., not real. No cards in the air. I sat and played for hours. I didn't win, but I enjoyed myself. Actually, I did win the first night, but I went back the next day and gave it all back. I will make another "run" one day to rescue my money. And to eat some more delicious "tribal" baked chicken at their big ol' buffet. I think it was made from a secret recipe of herbs and spices handed down from an old Indian woman many moons ago, along with really good mac and cheese. Damn, that bitch could cook.