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I’ve never been to Vegas before. I have no interest in gambling, so it didn’t attract me that much, however I was curious about the place, the architecture, the shows, etc. This particular trip was sudden: old friends of ours from France were visting their sister in Vegas for a week and we managed to get a cheap flight/hotel stay to join them. So we didn’t gamble or anything like that; we just walked around, shopped, and ate — a lot. They have really good food in Vegas. Especially the French restaurants in the “Paris in Vegas” casino, which even our French friends liked. I had to bring out my rusty French (it’s been over twenty years since spoke it regularly) which was an adventure, but we had a great time. It was a quick trip as my mom had to get back for a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, but we’re glad we went.

I did have one sort of Vegas mysterious thing happen. I’d cleaned out my jeans pocket before we went as you can’t take pocket knives and such on the airplane. So the only thing in my pocket was my Dramamine (I get airsick). My mom found a dime on the ground the first night we were there and gave it to me, so I put it in my pocket. The next morning, I had my hand in my pocket and I realized there were two dimes there! I was surprised, but a few hours later I was shocked, for again I put my hand in my pocket and this time there were three dimes! That’s all I got, and I have no explaination. I am positive my pocket was empty before I put the first dime in, and I examined the original when my mom gave it to me, so I know it wasn’t like two or three dimes stuck together. And I know absolutely that after I found the second dime I checked my pocket thoroughly for more — so the third one appearing really makes this unusual. Oh, and we didn’t spend any cash — credit cards only — so it’s not like I got change back from a transaction and absent-mindedly put some of it in my pocket and forgot about it. Very strange and mysterious. I’m not a conspirist, so I’ll leave the theories to readers, but it was interesting. The thought did occur to me that maybe I should have gambled these dimes — like they were meant to be found and used — but the slot machines just didn’t interest me at all. I cannot fathom the fascination with them. What’s the point? Where’s the fun? (BTW, I was suprised that Vegas is 90% slot machines. I saw very little of other kinds of gambling. I guess you have to go into special rooms for other games, like poker, which does interest me as it’s not entirely dumb luck.)