All this for $60

I've been meaning to write about this.  I never want to forget about my never ending trip with my father that partook 1 week and 3 days ago (ie: September 19th 2010.)

I decided to go to church with my mom and dad.  Afterwards we shared a meal at Old Country Buffet.  My dad and I were talking about our gambling experiences and how sweet I did at Blackjack, last time I went to Soaring Eagle.
All of a sudden my dad goes, "Let's go. When we get back to Addison we'll grab my car and go gamble.  Com'on let's just do it, it'd be fun."

I thought for a second, thinking how I have (my first day of) school the next day (at 8 AM) and how it seems like a bad idea, knowing my dad he would all of a sudden change the plans and I wouldn't be home until 11 PM, being held a so-called-prisoner.  But then it hit me, this was an opportunity to bond, a time to hang out, father and daughter.

We go home and get his Porsche.  Yeah... my dad bought a Porsche.  Crazy man, I'm just going to leave it at that.  We sit in it, and it takes foreverrrr to start. I begin to worry that if it ever does start, we will likely break down.  Eventually after many tries and possibly flooding it with gas it starts and we are on our way.  (I must say that riding in a red Porsche only made my memories of this day that much better.)

We drive 2 hours to FireKeepers in Battlecreek.  I get there, sit down at a BlackJack table and (t.h.e.n) they ask for my I.D.  They look at it and say "I'm sorry but you can't play, you aren't 21."  So I hand my chips to my dad to let him play my hands for me, as I plan to stand behind and just watch.  The pit boss then proceeds to tell me that he has to have security escort me off the property.  My face was burning up hot, and I'm sure I was extremely red.  The security officer was in his mid to early 20s (obviously at least 21, to work there.)  He turns to me as we are walking to the exit and goes; "What did you do to get kicked out?"  I reply, "I'm not 21."  He: "Well.... why the heck would you come here then if you aren't old enough?"  "I didn't know."  My dad stands in a huge line to cash the chips I gave him, as I stand with two security officers, "small talking."

My dad decides that we are going to now go to Soaring Eagle.  Mind you that it is a 2.5-3 hour drive from Battle Creek.  In a 1987 (?) Porsche--- uncomfortable.

Long story short, I told him to take an exit he wasn't supposed to take, along with thinking I'd be nice and screw on his gas cap at a gas station... only to find that when I was coming out of the bathroom he was in line to pre-pay. His gas cap had a lock on it to that he had to use his key to undo. Pain in the buttski.

We get to Soaring Eagle.  I lose $60, he loses all of his money (the small amount left from filling his tank with premium.)  He calls his credit card to up his balance, they said no.  I rolled my eyes and said, "Can we just go home????"

We made it home before 9, with only our Old Country Buffet in our bellies.  All that driving to lose all the money we brought, in less than an hour. I was only upset about losing that money for a few minutes until I took in the lesson.  I only payed $60 to make incredible memories with my dad.  Memories that are worth more than the money, with someone who I have far too few memories with.  We even talked the next morning at 6:45, and both agreed that we had an awesome time. 

PS. I was in the car 6 hours that day. =O