For people in Salt Lake, Wendover is a gambling mecca just a quick 90-minute drive away. Frequented by senior citizens, deer widows, Mormons who should be in church and high-school students with fake IDs, this “city” straddles the Utah/Nevada border, allowing Utahnians the opportunity to strike it rich at the blackjack table. Or not. Usually not.

(Even the iconic Wendover Will, suggests people leave town.)

Hubbie and I went to Wendover to see Bill Cosby perform. (He was fantastic!!) Unfortunately, we had to stay in a Wendover “hotel,” putting up with people who are drunk, obnoxious and soon-t0-be-broke. You thought the People of Walmart were strange? The People of Wendover make Walmartians look like the Kennedys.

In the casino, elderly people stared blindly at slot machines, the soft whirr of their oxygen machine adding background noise to the dings and bells. You can’t talk to these people. They are angry.

After escaping the hellish doom of the slot machine area, you can check out the hotel “décor.” (And by “décor” I mean furniture and accessories that make the hotel look like a Circus-themed bordello.  Garish is an understatement. Psychedelic carpeting, mirrors, the same print on each wall, mirrors, a hazy atmosphere–and did I mention mirrors?

(Good God! Why is this legal? Somewhere, a decorator should be arrested.)

Mirrors, mirrors and more mirrors. Even in our room, it felt like we were in some kind of creepy funhouse. One side of the room was a wall/velvet headboard, the other side was a room-length mirror. Plus, the lighting was non-existent. At my age, applying make-up seems fruitless anyway–but try to do it in a dim room with turquoise reflecting off your face. Bad results. Just bad.

(A wall of mirrors, behind the turquoise Formica desk and chest of drawers. Yes, my husband is taking a picture of me taking a picture.)

There is nothing scenic about Wendover. The drive is boring. The city is boring. The state (Nevada OR Utah) is boring. No trees, shrubbery, landscaping or personality. I guess they figure there is enough color in the casinos. True dat.

But all that aside, we still had fun watching the roulette wheel routinely ignore the number 36, and we saw a couple of drunk proposals. And there was that whole “Cops” episode. Not bad for a few bucks.