After a day bumming about, Nick comes home slightly on Tilt and insists we have a night out. I’ve only had three nights on the lash since arriving so after some fake reluctance he convinces me. We head over to South Point casino for some drinks and a mild game of craps. The craps goes well until I make a rookie mistake. The dealer tricks me into putting my hand in the pit.
You can have another 25 on that odds bet””
“Ooo can I?” so I reach down to top up the pile.
With cat like reflex’s reactions I manage to pull my hand out of the path of the on coming dice but it was no good.
“Seven out” said the evil mastermind (with a smug looking expression on his face), bringing what could have been a world record throw to an end. I wonder what we could have won had we not been taking it easy. There was no time to ponder, I could feel the gazes from my fellow players, it was time to leave.
(First lesson learnt by a gambler. It sucks when we are unlucky enough to lose, and when we win it could always have been more. Unless you feel this way you’re not really a gambler)
We head over to Mandalay bay and sit and have a drink at the Bar. A guy next to me hit the Royal Flush. “Get In!” I shout. Before the attendant comes over to fill in the relevant forms I have the bright Idea of saving this man 30% of his winning from the tax man.
“Tell them I gave you the money to play, I don’t pay the tax.”
After explaining I gave him $100 to play and the winnings we in fact mine the attendant takes my driving license and players card to check my details. After 30 minutes or more they return and say they need my passport.
“That’s at home, it will take me ages to get it.”
The bloke, now getting a little impatient says “forget it keep the tax just give me the money.”
“We can’t he was playing” says the attendant pointing at me.
“No No No” I say “HEEEEEEEEE way playing, just with my money”
“We will have to check the camera”
Thirty Minutes later he returns again and says “We have checked the camera and HE! (points at me) was definitely playing”
“OK then” I said, “just hold back the tax”
“We can but you still need your passport!”
This was turning into a nightmare.
Luckily “Tony” (as I later found out his name was) had his car but as Mandalay Bay is size of a small town I suspect it could be quite a walk to get there. I was wrong.
No, Tony was no ordinary punter. As we walk towards the car park he clicks a button on his key ring and a gate to a private car park opens. He told me it holds only 22 cars for the VIP’s. We jump into his brand new Ferrari 430 and race over to my house.
“So how you been doing tonight, won much?”
“Lost about $250,000”
(No, there are not too many zero’s on the end of the above figure!)
“OH!” I pause, “Well don’t worry this will save your $1200”
We then have a quiet moment while I listen to the raw of the engine drown out his stereo.
“Er, what do you do for a living then” I tentatively ask.
“Hmmmmmm, I play Blackjack”
“Hmmmmmmmmm, no! I just play Balckjack.
I start to wonder whether his surname is Soprano. He certainly had the appearance of a high ranking Captain in the Soprano crew. I decide to shut up with the questions and gaze silently through the window.
Finally we get back to the Casino and I get thrown from pillar to post filling out forms. I leave Tony with Nick at the bar while I sort it all out. (Rather I left Nick with Tony, kinda like collateral so he knows I won’t do a runner with his money). After more than 2 hours I finally get him his dosh and time to crack on with the night.
Later on a football match was on.
“What match is this?” Nick asks. “Shit its Spain v France” Before I can reply.
Yes it was in fact Midday. Ok we better go home soon. We got back at 6.30. PM!!!!!!
I do like to get to bed before ten.
(The names of the above story may have been changed to protect the innocent. ME!)
Did we have a 23rd of June this year? I seem to be missing one. There is one on the calendar and I have asked around, people assure me we did indeed have one. Someone has obviously stolen mine.
After a mere 15 hours sleep I got up and realised I needed to swap my car. Having got royally shafted for taking it back a day late last year I was not going to make the same mistake again. On the way out Steve “The Flash” Warbs calls me and asks if I’m off to the Palazzo to watch the match I am keen but after the Rigmarole of swapping cars I would have missed most of it so instead agree to meet them that evening for a few drinks and Andreas’ birthday.
Now I know we all wanted Italy over Spain in the Quarter final of Euro 2012. Sweden beating France in the last game ensured us that. However with hindsight I wish it was not the case. You see Spain would just have smashed us about 4 or 5 nil, we’d be out and that’s that. We are shit and we know we are. Problem with Italy is they totally outplayed us but by some miracle, the gods had decided to keep the ball out of the net and give us yet another draw. This way the Gods can torture us more with yet another penalty shoot out. Another shoot out to give us false hope of a result. Another shoot out where we go one penalty ahead to get us really excited. Lifting us up high, so the fall back down to earth hurts even more on landing. As a Blackpool fan I don’t have high expectations and yet they have surprised and excited me in recent years. Yet an over paid national team who have never looked like they want to be there, have never looked impressive do nothing but disappoint every two years. No doubt they will do it again in yet another 2 years in Brazil.
Unfortunately Andreas had to cancel his birthday after a cousin got hit by a Taxi. If you’re reading this I hope all is well. Got to be honest though, I was glad of an excuse to stay in.
Played the $2.5k and quickly wished I hadn’t. After a brief cash session dropping another $350 we went and played golf.
Today was the $1500 PLO8 event. Looking forward to playing a none hold’em event and expecting big things. I was wrong. But did play some cash and picked up a little 1200 win. I will take it!