Tuesday, April 22, 2003

I celebrated Easter this year drinking and gambling with my mother in Atlantic City. We sat at 25-cent slot machines, me with a tequila sunrise, her with a 7 and 7 – forever The Grown Up Drink to me. We sipped through tiny red straws and tipped the cocktail waitresses with quarters fished out of plastic buckets. I felt like a little girl getting to play with the grownups every time she’d slip money into my machine and tell me to bet whole dollar on just one spin. We laughed at the ridiculousness of it and ate Zitner’s butter cream eggs.
From the blog Hundredwords

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