As the addictive sound of chips chimed in....

As unsuccessful snooping for a big screen TV continued over the weekend at KC, an unwarranted trip to a local casino ended up being a boon rather than a bane. The casino entrance with flashing screen images of the new poker rooms, as we grazed to the parking lot, led to an impassable feeling of the Vegas night years ago.
Under a domed stain-glass ceiling, amid hand-made Moroccan tile, intricate in-laid terrazzo floors and artist-rendered finishes, sounds of chips sent our adrenalin pumping with excitement. After our initial scouting of the casino floors for a few minutes we agreed to redeem some chips for an amount that brought the ladies at the counter to laugh at. Not deterred by these trivial issues, we made our way to the new poker room as the sound of chips got louder and louder.
After ascertaining the rules, that seemed far simpler than we were used to, we were ready to roll on. Though our hands was as weak as it could ever have with a three or a four,or a five or six, neither did we falter nor did we lose hope at any stage. The realisation that we were adroit enough to compete with the "other professionals" around thrilled us. The pace at which the game was played,the betting,card shufflers,trash talk and of-course the hot dealer made up for the weak hands that we had throughout. Due to time constraint, (as we had to pick our good old friend from the airport) we egressed to our car,sipping up a cup of free coke. Debating all the way the strategy we used and cribbing our bad fortune, we got to the aiport on time to pick our friend. This was something we didnt think we would do when we went to KC, but happy that we did at the end.