In the old days, a "run to Jackpot" was finding someone almost sober enough to drive, slamming a couple drinks for the "ditch" at last call and flying down the road. It is a wonder we lived.
Some things have changed, some things not:
The drive down is fast but it is still seems longer from Boise to Mountain Home than it is from there to Nevada.
The band still plays cheesy 60's-70's music. Wish someone would kill that "mustang Sally" chick.
Cactus Pete's is much bigger, but the Shoe seems the same.
The food is better and I still have never won at keno during the meal.
Everyone still "breaks even."
Driving home with a hangover still hurts!