Tonight Adam and I ate at the Tulalip Casino. Our kids would have been scandalized but they were home watching Disney Channel so were spared the Sodom and Gomorrah-ness of it all.
I felt like I'd stepped from the Pacific Northwest into Nevada.
It was Nevada right down to the jangling slot machines, garish carpet and vacant expressions of the gamblers.
I worked summers as a waitress in casinos. I felt like I should strap on an apron and start taking orders. I felt like I was home.
I had the prime rib (end cut), felt it my obligation to taste test several desserts and left smelling like an ash tray.
As we left, Adam took my hand and said, "We can come back if you ever get homesick."
I think I prefer the fragrant sagebrush and spending languid evenings on my parents' front porch watching the sunset.
That's where I want to go when I'm homesick.