I guess you have to be from somewhere where it's already very humid in the summer (and in that part of the planet, it's definitely already summer) in order to tolerate Biloxi this time of year. I've visited the area several times, but almost always in the winter, when it was very nice. The one time I visited in late April, it was like someone had soaked a blanket in hot water and then draped it over my head--and I couldn't remove it!
I guess I have a non-gambler's mindset at this point. I can dump money into a slot machine or at a carny table game at any one of dozens of places. And I can eat teppanyaki at any of a thousand places, and of course, minor league baseball is easily accessible everywhere. So I kind of wonder...what's the point? If I'm in Biloxi, I want to see what makes the place unique, see and do things that aren't available elsewhere. But the casinos? My God, they're one "feature" that is anything but unique. A Big Fat Resort casino looks exactly the same, whether it's in Biloxi, Vegas, AC, the Sockitoomie Reservation in Wisconsin, Tampa, Reno...you get the idea. Bop me on the head and dump me on the casino floor, and when I wake up, I'll be hard-pressed to tell you which casino I'm in, and where.
I guess it's partly due to gaming regulations and partly due to gamblers' expectations (they want McDonald's, even on the moon), but boy, I can't believe how every. single. goddamn. casino. is the same as the next. It seems ludicrous to travel to any casino town other than the nearest one. It's like, well, driving or flying 1,000 miles to eat at...McDonald's.