Betty is currently in Vegas with six of her high school friends.
Every few years, this group of women gets together. And they've passed their 50-year high school reunion. Only one of them still lives in North Dakota, so they meet in different cities. This year, it's Vegas.
All of them are pretty staunch Republicans except my mom. When they came to stay with her, she made them watch Michael Moore movies.
Betty isn't a gambler, but she loves playing the coin slots. Probably because she always wins.
Seriously. When I moved back to DC from San Diego, she flew out and drove cross-country with me. And when we were driving through Nevada, they had slot machines every where. Every. Where.
So we'd stop to use the bathroom, or to get gas, and she'd stick a quarter in the gas station slot machine, and out would pour $25 in quarters. Almost every time. We had bags and bags of quarters.
Before she left, Nick said, "I know that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but call us if the police are involved."
So far, so good.