When I heard we were headed up to Mohegan Sun for Ette1's birthday, I couldn't have been more excited. "A real Indian reservation!" I squealed with glee. I even pulled my Pocahontas boots out from the archives just for this very occasion. I figured if I was going to have a true Indian encounter, it might be helpful if I dressed the part:
Unfortunately, I did not get to interact with any Indians. However I did see:
- A woman who actually attached herself to her slot machine with what looked like a spiral phone cord.
- Two girls, wearing matching bedazzled bras - on the outside (and they did not work there)
- The largest amount of yo-boys under one roof since high school days. Good thing it wasn't breezy in the ole' casino or all their XXXL baseball hats with the flat brims might have flown off.
- A 45-minute long line to get into the casino's nightclub. In Uncasville, CT.
- A lot of odd-acting inebriated couples. I think Uncasville must have just received a new shipment of Xtacy.
But best of all, what I saw was Ette1, drunk as a skunk, try her hand first at Wheel of Fortune slots and win big, and then tear up the Roulette table by hitting 35 - 1 odds on 22. Challah.
All in all, a terrific gals weekend away...we (heart) you Ette1 ! ! ! ! ! 
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