A fun day at the Casino

I live in an active vibrant multicultural condo complex. Many young retired seniors, a few families and a few dogs as well as congenial staff make up our cohesive community. I recently joined the social committee and at the first meeting I found myself  part of a    subcommittee formed to organize a day trip to Fallsview Casino in Niagara Falls Canada. The casino agreed to send a complementary  fifty-six seat passenger bus  to pick us up and transport us to Niagara.  Not only that, but upon arrival we would be given a ten dollar downloadable voucher for slot play. What a sweet deal. Who could ask for anything more? But here is the thing. We had to guarantee a minimum of forty- five people.

There was so much excitement and anticipation about this trip that we were confident that we wouldn’t have any problem meeting this quota. We were so confident that we requested  a second  bus. Luckily the casino turned down our request. We chose a date just a few short weeks away to avoid inclement cold weather and to enjoy the vibrant fall colours on the two hour drive. We forgot how busy people in our building are. Some had planned trips, some  had family commitments and many had doctor appointments or medical procedures booked. It is not an easy thing to rebook a medical appointment or procedure. To register one had to sign the book at the front desk, sign a waiver  absolving  the condo of any liability and pay two $2 towards a tip for the bus driver.

About six days before our planned excursion it became apparent that we might be a little short of our quota. We decided to open up this offer to guests. I registered six of my friends.  Signed up residents and guests indicated that we would surpass our minimum, But alas! A few cancelled due to illness and the day before because of the threat of torrential  rains broadcast by our weather network that sometimes can be a little over dramatic. Our weather had been beautiful, but we were expected  to get the tail end effects of Hurricane Patricia, I called the casino and they said “don’t  worry, it is only rain and  our buses are new and safe and the drivers well qualified.” But some did worry . I was worried because I had no idea how many people would be in the lobby the next morning at 8:45 to board the bus. Miracle of miracles forty seven people boarded without incident except that someone had to return to her unit to retrieve a piece of government issued photo I.D as requested by Fallsview. She returned with her drivers licence and we were on our  way.

We didn’t see any vibrant coloured leaves on the way, only rain. Nevertheless it was a good ride. We provided water and all kind of snacks. Someone led a sing song , some one else told jokes . We arrived at Fallsview in good spirits and anxious to play the slots. or go to the tables. Most of us took time out for lunch at one of the many restaurants and some did a little shopping and went outside to take a look at the Falls. Some didn’t leave the casino. There were a lot of winners. I wasn’t one of them. There were only a few losers. I was one of them. We had fun and got to know some of our neighbours a little better.

We all slept well that night. Who knows?  Maybe we will make this a yearly event.


About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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2 Responses to A fun day at the Casino

  1. I wrote a huge response, now I’ve lost it because I couldn’t find my password for WordPress.com
    I’m not sure how I managed to screw it up but…c’est la vie……I’ll try again at some point but not tonight, the change in time has me boggled…


  2. epsnider says:

    Passwords are the pits. Maybe when we think they are lost, they just took time out to party and they will work the next time we punch them in. Thanks for making the effort to comment. Keep well and pat Grady for me.


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