O.K. heres another Vegas story. I'm sure some of you might not believe but screw it....
Starts off in Japan. I would routinely head to Japan for work(military). After a 6 months of being gone it's time to return home. The evolution takes about 24 hours including flights, trains, buses, etc. I have it setup that as soon as I touch down in the States I board a plane to Vegas. Keep in mind everytime I go to Vegas I can;t sleep like a little kid on Christmas so I'm running on fumes and redbull by the time we hit Washington.
I start to board the plane to Vegas and take my seat. A gentleman politely says I'm in his window seat but he likes the aisle anyway so no big deal. Next guy says I'm in his seat as well. Turns out I'm not even in the right row..off about 3 rows. Some girl gets pissed for no reason but I explain I've had no sleep for quite sometime so give me a break.
Touch down at MCCarren (spelling?) and take a cab to the Luxor. Head up to my room for a shower after check in and want to take a nap/ go to sleep. Yeah, like thats going to happen. Head down to the BJ table around 6pm or so. Start with a bankroll of 400 dollars. Proceed to lose that then pull out 200 more for the evening. Did not want to blow my whole roll on the first night.
Start to slowly get my money back and then go on a huge run! During this time two college aged students come in on the table. The guy is betting somewhere in the range of 100 dollars and pressing his bets when he loses. I make the suggestion to slow down as the table is starting to turn cold. His friend says not to worry it's all profit anyways. I once again tell them that's alot of money but it falls on deaf ears. They proceed to lose roughly 6/7 G's.
Now this should have been a warning sign to myself. I proudly announce I would have walked away with a majority of that and been ecstatic. I dont know if those two were like my guardian angels trying to teach me a lesson or just another typical degenerate gambler never satisfied. In any event I should have learned living vicariously through them. That morning I cashed out about 2,000 and went and had a comped breakfast with another drunk guy I had befriended at the table.
Fast forward to 6 days later and I'm sitting on close to 10,000 dollars in blackjack winnings. I was supposed to have left3 days prior but the casino is comping my room and I'm not paying for shit! I have a security deposit box that is stuffed with 100 dollar bills. I even had to buy one of those gay ass fanny packs to transport my money when I play at the other nearby casinos.
I was using a startegy of anytime I made 300 at a casino I would walk and head to the next one. I know in the end it's all the same but I never got bogged down at any casino and it had been working all week. So I hit up Mandalay, Luxor, and MGM for 300-400 each and head to NYNY. That's where I get bogged down. After what seems like an eternity and fighting back from huge downswings I finally make it to the 300 dollars I was after. Do I quit...NO! The couple I was playing with were really cool and I decide to play a little longer, and most importantly drink more. They eventually leave and it's just me at the table.
I make it to 700 and need to use the restroom. Now I'm betting 50-100 a hand since I figure it's all profit. Usually I would just go and not worry about the chips on the table but I ask for the glass case to be put over them. The pitboss can't find one so I cashout. On my way back the dealer asks why I'm not in the hight stakes area. "I thought you had to be playing 500 a hand?" NOPE! Minimum is 100. They tell me you'll have nicer chairs, personal cocktail waitress with bigger glasses for the drinks, and an all around better atmosphere. BRING IT ON!
Well, in about an hour I lose the 2500 or so I had on me. OUCH! Even though much of that was made that night I'm still on tilt. I storm back to the Luxor and remove 3 grand. Lose that in a matter of 45 minutes. I decide to take out the remaining 6 or so and it's game on. WRONG! I get down to about 1,000 left. Fuck it! Ride her till she bucks ya or don't ride her at all!
By this time it's like 6-7am and I have eyes on me like a hawk. I'm spreading 100-1000 at some points and they have management all over my ass. I make a MASSIVE comeback and have a pyramid in front of me I have built with my chips. I need just 100 more dollars or one black chip to reach 10,000 and I promise I will call it a night. Bet 100 = lose / Bet 200 =lose / Bet 400=lose. I think you get the idea..I lost it all ala Mike in Rounders style.
The humiliating part and one that I could not make up if I tried is when I cashed out. I had been tipping the gentleman very nicely all week when using the security box. He also learned I was in the service and was very resepctful of that fact. So when I turn in the key he informs me that there is still something left....I'm thinking with all the hundreds that had been in there sweet! WRONG...he flips me a goddamn motherfucking penny..I kid you not. At the time I really didn't even know whether to laugh or cry!
So I got a week in Vegas with RFB and it cost me 600 dollars. In reality not that bad but oh did I fuck up!
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