The usher pulls back the rope, and I step into a world alive with the flashing of lights and the clamor of excitement. An electric band is playing in the back. People of all kinds crisscross the floor, eating and drinking, exchanging money, playing games. At every station and stall someone stares, transfixed. The squeals of the big winners punctuate the music. Even the losers walk away undaunted. Everyone is loving it. Some are here for the thrill, some play to win, and some have their sights on higher prizes, but they all just need to pull that lever, see where the wheel stops, wait for the ball to drop, one more time. Except for me. I’m just here for my daughter’s birthday party.