After a few hours gambling, we returned to Boston, greeted by the rising sun and ready to sleep into the afternoon.Īs for Foxwoods itself, I remember a parking garage, the casino floor, and little else-not even if I won or lost (probably lost).
I left with a friend at around midnight and arrived at the casino in 90 minutes. It was a late night trip from Boston, the kind which young, single men embark upon because they can. The last time I visited Foxwoods Casino in Ledyard, Connecticut was about 20 years ago.