Nothing Says Christmas Like …
Tuesday, November 28th, 2006‘Nothing Says Christmas Like ….’ - by Kerri Pomarolli
OK, is it me or is it weird that I spend the blessed holiday of Christ’s birth at Pechanga Resort and Casino playing slots with my family and eating the $19.99 buffet?
We were all staying at this condo in San Diego, and of course my mom didn’t want to cook. So she finds out we’re close to all these Indian Casinos and despite her southern belle, Protestant appearance, she has a severe slot machine addiction.
Since Christmas was a Sunday we had to find a local church so “God would bless our gambling,” mom said! (Yeah she says she’s Christian!) Anyway, we ended up going to mass, arriving 30 minutes late and having to sit in the folding chairs at the back in the “Pagan” section. As we were going up for communion, my husband Ron has no idea what he is doing so he’s behind me in line doing Catholic bits from his friend’s comedy acts. I’m sure he’s going straight to hell for talking in the communion line. I learned that in Catholic school.
We drive away down the windy nature-filled road, and there it is like a pink flashing beacon: “Pechanga Casino”. Ahhh…what an oasis. I felt like the Griswalds in the Family Vacation movies.
