A Disappointing Casino Night

Have you ever noticed that when you build something up too much, it's always a let down? That was my experience yesterday...

Last night was the final night of "Mustache Week" here at UA, and in the spirit of the 'stache...

...we all decided to go to the Desert Diamond Casino about 20 minutes south of Tucson.

I'd not been there before, but I can assure you, I'll probably never go there again. Although I hoped it would be just like Vegas (only situated on an Indian reservation in the middle of nowhere), it was, well, not like Vegas at all.

First of all, the cocktail waitresses didn't even serve drinks at the gambling tables (or at least, no one served me), and they weren't wearing cool outfits. Secondly, the slot machines didn't make any noise, which struck me as kind of wrong, and third, I lost money instead of winning, as I've done in Vegas.

Most disappointing of all, the crowd there did not particularly admire the phony mustache which I had glued upon my face (in honor of the week)...

... although at least Tiffany was amused.

Ingrid and I were the only girls in our group who dared to wear the fake 'staches, and in return we overheard comments from strangers like, "So who do you think is the dyke and who's the tranny?"

(Ingrid had already removed her mustache here, which I guess you can see for yourself.)

My money is on me as the tranny because I'm a heck of a lot taller than Ingrid, and I was apparently wearing a boa to hide my elusive Adam's apple.

In fact, when I look at some of these photos, like this one...

... I am rather repulsed by how real the mustache looks. It was indeed a perfect fit, and it matched the exact color of my hair. The horror!!!

Some guy came up to me and asked if I shaved my pits because he could have sworn he saw a tuft of hair poking out. At this point, I screeched in a very feminine voice something about "Do I really look like a man to you?" And he muttered something about bad eyesight and scampered off.

In fact, these were the only guys who hit on us.

And I think that's because I winked at them.

I told Ingrid we needed to have been much drunker to have really appreciated the experience. She thought perhaps acid would have been a better option.

Ben & Lisa had fun though...

... in their colorful ensemble.*

Needless to say, after I lost my money, walked around bored for another hour with Ingrid, and then could not take one more stare or comment, I ripped off the mustache and we called it a night.

This is the last 'stache photo of the evening...

... with Ingrid & Lisa. AKA: My dykes.

Blah... Casino Night.

* = Sidenote: Ben was wearing a pair of Lisa's lavender hemp pants. They were about two sizes too small. This led to accusations that he was sporting "Mamel Toe." Furthermore, while playing blackjack next to him, I glanced downward and to my right during the game and got an eyeful of lavender ensconced testes, which I made sure to tell him about. Although I certainly was not looking intentionally.