Paragon casino & campground in Marksville.

Last summer was the first time I had actually ever been there. Its not somewhere I would pick to go to, but it was a situation where we were going meet someone who was there with some other people.

I've always heard people say "oh that casino in Marksville is really nice" so I guess I had too high of expectations (not that I set them extremely high), but we get there, go to our room before going to the campground to meet the people we had gone there to meet.

The alligator habitat that I heard so much about wasn't really all that "big of a deal" and then when we got to the room, it just wasn't as nice as I pictured a "really nice" casino to have. The TV was a tube... Not a flat screen. Face towels were not placed in the room, there were a few small pieces of trash by the garbage can.. As if the person dumping the garbage just grabbed the garbage can, dumped it and didn't even bother to pick up a few pieces that fell out. No big deal. We went one with the rest of the day.. but evidently at some point I ate something that came into contact with some type of virus because I woke up the next morning feeling not so great.

Then I just started to feel worse to the point I had to go up to the room. Eventually I was in bad shape, couldn't hold down anything, etc. I had to call and request new sheets. About 30 mins later they never came, called again and was told "they dont want to bring them right now they busy" I was too sick to deal with it but finally they came. I couldn't do anything but sleep, but when I woke up in the morning I noticed the sheets smelled like smoke. I felt somewhat better, but decided I had to sleep some more but decided that when I wake back up I was leaving.

We were suppose to be there for one more night, but I didn't want to get back in a bed that smelled like smoke and since it was an act of congress to get new sheets I just didn't want to be there anymore. Not to mention, the person that asked us to go there was all like "this is our 4th or 5th time going there. The campground is fun, blah blah". The one time I went to the campground, everyone was sitting around waving to people circling the campground on fourwheelers and golf carts.

It was probably one of the worse, all around non-severe 48 hr experience of my life. Oh and while everyone was just hanging around waving to other campers, there were people bitching "its so hot out here" while fanning themselves. I just kept thinking "I don't get it. What's the appeal of doing this shite?" These were the most boring people I ever been around so part of it might have been them, but I just don't understand what they get out of packing up a camper, take a 2 hr drive, get there, take out all the shite to cook, sit outside all day in the middle of summer in Louisiana waving at the same people, for the most part, who keep passing by.

I didn't mean to write a book here, but when that event came to mind I remembered just how shitty of an experience that was.. If I had to live those 48 hrs every day of my life it would be total hell.