I lost my shirt in Oklahoma. On Christmas.
Ok, so I didn’t really lose my shirt. Mostly because I didn’t have enough money to gamble with in the first place. But it was fun, and I got to check another state, and another Largest/Smallest oddity off my bucket list.
Christmas in a Casino – It’s not sinning if you’re winning.
Yup, I spent Christmas in a casino. But it wasn’t just any casino: WinStar World Casino is the largest casino in the U.S. It’s in Thackerville, Oklahoma, just across the Texas border on Highway 35.
Some folks considered gambling on Christmas blasphemous. I’m not one of them. And it seems I’m not alone – the place was booked solid. There were no more rooms available.
I went with a friend from the RV park in Pizzaville (population: 12, probably). We met up with my sweet Calif/Texan friend. I lost all my money. They both won. A lot.
I blame my family for my gambling losses.
No, really. As family lore goes, we had a great-grandfather or great-great someone, who had a lot of money (which he may or may not have stolen from the church where he was a priest or something). Unfortunately for the generations to follow him, those of us relatives who might have had a chance at inheriting some of the gains, ill-gotten or not, he was a gambler. But not just any gambler. He was a bad gambler. “Bad” as in he lost
our the fortune.
And now we are all cursed with the “bad gambling gene” as we like to call it.
WinStar World Casino in Oklahoma, Largest Casino in the U.S….
It is huge, but didn’t feel larger than some I’ve been to in Las Vegas. The billboard on the approach calls WinStar the “World’s Largest Casino”. Not sure how they’re measuring it, or maybe they haven’t heard “truth in advertising”. Just sayin’.
search of the internet extensive investigation revealed it to be the largest in the U.S., and in the top ten in the world. The two largest casinos in the world are both in Macao, China.
My crappy photos are below… it’s a good thing you all come here for the *cough* articles.
And my favorite… These bling dragons are about nine feet in length, and made entirely of BLING… thousands and thousands of small crystals.
And that is the only photo I got to take of the interior. Apparently you’re not supposed to do that. Ooops. All I asked was that a cute cop be the one to frisk me. Hey, a good groping is the least I should get considering they took all my money. (No, Mom, I did not get frisked. Unfortunately.)
UPDATE: They found my shirt. Just kidding. Actually, after I returned home Pye, my furry monster-child, peed on my bed three times in ten days. Do you think she was pissed I went without her? I had to wash ALL of my bedding three times in ten days. Once more and she would’ve been an outdoor kitty. As it was, she got to spend three chilly hours outside after the last time. I think that may have given her a good idea of what was in store if she did it once more. I’m happy to say she hasn’t peed since. Of course, I haven’t been anywhere since then, either.