The Beau

I have just entered into the Beau Rivage in Biloxi, Mississippi. It is an enormous place with floors of white and ceilings that lead up to the glass ceilings letting in the only natural thing, light. The people range in ages. There are seniors shuffling their way into the casino with their oxygen tanks, holding one another’s hands for support, middle aged couples ready to throw down all they have...or at least all they have in their fanny packs, the occasional family consisting of mom. dad. boy. girl. There are random groups of teenage girls attempting to look of age (alright I guess I’m kinda one of them...but I’m almost 21...they’re just babies for Pete’s sake!). Oh, and ofcourse how could I forget, the creepy mustached man with his barely 15 year old Vietnamese prize on his arm. You’d think I’m joking, but I’m not.

The Beau seems oddly placed and foreign here in the modest town of Biloxi. This place is colossal, extravagant, almost flashy, but I guess that’s to be expected of any casino, no matter the location. I am thoroughly enjoying my time people watching, the older couples are by far my favorite to observe. I hope to one day be 80 years old dragging my oxygen tank with me to the casino with the love of my life holding my hand ever so gently. I think it’s great that they’re still going out for a night on the town...a Thursday night at that.