Bond, James Bond Are you like me? When you think of casinos, do you see James Bond in a dinner jacket with a snifter of brandy or perhaps a martini (shaken, not stirred) playing chemin-de-fer in one of the great casinos of Monaco? Well, if that’s your vision, then do not ever go to Coushatta Casino in Louisiana.
Linda and I stayed at the casino’s RV park on our way home. We went over to the casino for dinner. Now I didn’t wear my dinner jacket, but I did have on clean jeans and a very nice polo. Linda was also dressed nicely, but casual. Well, we were overdressed!
Linda and I stayed at the casino’s RV park on our way home. We went over to the casino for dinner. Now I didn’t wear my dinner jacket, but I did have on clean jeans and a very nice polo. Linda was also dressed nicely, but casual. Well, we were overdressed!
Getting' It Done At Coushatta It was as though the transporter from an old Star Trek episode picked up all of the customers from all of the Wal-Marts in all of Louisiana and dropped them right smack in the middle of the Coushatta Casino to play the slots.
Along with being out of dress code, we had forgotten our cigarettes. We found a meal, but being so overdressed and without our smokes, we just couldn’t bring ourselves to sit down at the slots — we just wouldn’t have fit in. But then, neither would have James Bond.
Along with being out of dress code, we had forgotten our cigarettes. We found a meal, but being so overdressed and without our smokes, we just couldn’t bring ourselves to sit down at the slots — we just wouldn’t have fit in. But then, neither would have James Bond.
