Last weekend I had the privilege to visit Texas' little sister Louisiana. My journey was in celebration of bachelor-hood for one of my closest friends from home. I must admit my initial concern when I found out that we were going to a casino in Lake Charles. First off, I'm not a gambler. Secondly, I really don't like to spend money. And to top it off, the group was going golfing both Friday and Saturday (this guy is not a golfer). But. I had a really, really good time.
I must say that I enjoyed the casino. It almost makes me wish Galveston would get some. Wait! I said almost. Mainly because the trip to Louisiana may be the best part. You see, I won't frequent casinos, or Louisiana for that matter (not saying I wouldn't like to). There's just too much hustle-bustle in everyday life to plan many trips. But when I do choose to go, the trip is one of the best parts. Because it's not really that far away. Which makes the return trip even better (especially after bachelor partying all weekend). But then I'm biased toward a good road trip. When you can load up with a few good buddies and roll.
No. I didn't gamble. Yes. I spent money (eating and drinking and on the room). And no. I did not play golf (I drove the cart... and got soaking wet Saturday). I definitely felt like a tourist. It felt good to spend the time and energy to get there. And then it felt even better to have a good time. It makes me appreciate Galveston even more for what the Island is and does for thousands of tourists and residents alike.
In fact, last night I sat on the front porch for about an hour. Just tasting fall.
I must say that I enjoyed the casino. It almost makes me wish Galveston would get some. Wait! I said almost. Mainly because the trip to Louisiana may be the best part. You see, I won't frequent casinos, or Louisiana for that matter (not saying I wouldn't like to). There's just too much hustle-bustle in everyday life to plan many trips. But when I do choose to go, the trip is one of the best parts. Because it's not really that far away. Which makes the return trip even better (especially after bachelor partying all weekend). But then I'm biased toward a good road trip. When you can load up with a few good buddies and roll.
No. I didn't gamble. Yes. I spent money (eating and drinking and on the room). And no. I did not play golf (I drove the cart... and got soaking wet Saturday). I definitely felt like a tourist. It felt good to spend the time and energy to get there. And then it felt even better to have a good time. It makes me appreciate Galveston even more for what the Island is and does for thousands of tourists and residents alike.
In fact, last night I sat on the front porch for about an hour. Just tasting fall.
