Caesars souvenir
Ahhh, finally my chance to get back what was rightfully mine...
I took the third base seat a $25 Black Jack table and bought in for $500. I won a few and lost a few. Then I noticed a shiny gold Caesar's medallion hanging from the dealer's neck.
"How do I get one of those," I said, pointing to the medallion.
"Show me $1000 and I'll give you one," he said.
Knowing a challenge when I hear one, I started getting a little more bold with my bets. Soon I had $700 on the table. Then $800. Then $900. I was winning pretty good. And I was counting my money closely.
Just as I reached $1025, I stacked my chips in nice neat little piles and asked the dealer for my Caesar's medallion.
"I'll get it for you in a minute," said the dealer.
Shortly thereafter, the dealer left for a break. My roll continued. I was now up to $1500 and counting, well over my breakeven point. By the time the dealer came back, I had $2000 on the table.
"So, did you get my medallion when you were on break?" I asked.
"Oh, we don't have any," the dealer said.
"What?" I asked.
"We're out," he said.
"Hey, you challenged me to get $1000 on the table, and I've more than doubled that," I said. "You owe me a medallion."
By this time, the pit boss was watching me pretty closely and came over. Feeling a bit cocky, I told the pit boss what was going on. He also looked for a medallion, but no luck. I was bummed. I wanted my souvenir.
About that time a bunch of new guys sat down at my table and started making some idiotic moves, so I decided it was time to go and colored up my chips. I had $2500 from my $500 buy in. That was a $2000 take on the night, and that gave me an upside over well over $1000 on the trip.
I headed over to the cashier window and decided to cash-in $1000 of my chips. Then I found a $100 table and sat down with my remaining $1500 in chips. This was make-it or break-it time, and knew it.
I put out $100 chip, and the dealer dealt. There was no one else at the table, so we were playing one-on-one.
As usual, I win. I loose. I win, I loose. Then the dealer starts talking to me.
"You were doing pretty well at that table over there, weren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, I was."
"Why did you move?" she asked.
"Oh, a couple of rookies sat down and were taking some bad cards," I said.
"Oh," she said, after quickly taking five consecutive hands.
My chips were going quick. So I bet $300, always a wise move when you are on a cold streak.
I lost. We seesawed back and fourth a bit. Then the dealer got hot again and finished off the $1500 in chips I brought to the table.
"That didn't take long," I said. She smiled.
Now I was pissed. Not only did I miss out on my gold Caesars medallion, I just lost all of my profits, and then some. It was now 2:30 a.m., but I decided to give it one more try.
I found a $50 table with two young ladies and a guy playing, all from Alberta, Canada. The guy was in for one $1000 marker and betting pretty healthy. Then he bought a second one. Now I wasn't feeling so bad, even with my skimpy $50 bets.
Before you knew it, the Canadian guy was on a roll. He had a $300 bet out and gets a pair of 4s against a dealer's 5. I was holding on my 19. The Canadian puts out another $300 and splits his 4s. His first hit card? A 4. He puts out another $300 and splits his hand again. The dealer gives him a ten, giving him 14 on his first hand. He hits the second hand. Another 4. He puts out another $300 and splits his hand now four ways, the table max for splitting. He pulls slop on all hands but wisely holds, hoping for a dealer bust. The dealer turns over her hole card. Sure enough, it's a 10. Then she hits with a 9, for a total of 24. That's a bust if I've ever seen one. The Canadian wins $1200 on his 4x4 split.
From there on we were cruising. I was back to $100 bets and felt the momentum returning. Just about then a large man wearing lots of gold stumbled up to our table and placed five $100 bills on the table. The dealer took them to convert them to chips and the mans said, "No, I want to play them." He lost.
I've seen this before, I though to myself. Or had I?
He pulled out another $500.
"Paper plays," the dealer announced to the pit boss.
The man won. Now he had some chips.
Suddenly, the hot streak was back, and we had a new participant. But the new guy wasn't so polite, and was dropping F-bombs every other word.
"I'm a fucking bounty hunter," he said. "Well, a bail bondsman, really."
He continued to bet big, and win big. So did the Canadian. I stayed cool with my $100 wagers.
Before I knew it, the bondsman was throwing $100 chips at the dealer, and the Canadians. The dealer was happy to take his tips, but she warned him again about his mouth. I saw the pit boss and security eyeing our table.
Being that I was almost back to my previous high, I decided to color-up and leave the table before it got ugly.
After I took a wiz, I cashed out my chips at the cashier window. Then I tried to remember the way out of the casino.
As I walked toward what I though was the exit, I was again approached by a beautiful woman. Mind you, it's now 4 a.m. -- and I have over $2000 in my wallet.
"Hey, where you going?" asked the girl.
"Just trying to find the taxi line," I said.
"Oh, that's over here," she points.
I walk with her in the direction she pointed.
"So, where are you going?" she asked again.
"Oh, the Renaissance hotel," I said.
"What's going on at the Renaissance?" she asked.
"Not much, just going home," I said.
"Want some company?" she asked.
"Ohh...," I said, giving her a look up and down. "Uhh..., naw... just need to get some sleep," I said, biting my tongue.
"Aw, you're no fun," said the hottie ho.
"Sorry," I said. "So where's that taxi stand?"
"Oh, I lied to you," she says. "It's really over there."
"Well at least you are honest," I said.
We said good-bye and walked our separate ways.
She was indeed beautiful. But I didn't want to pay for my souvenir.
My trip gambling total: +$400
I took the third base seat a $25 Black Jack table and bought in for $500. I won a few and lost a few. Then I noticed a shiny gold Caesar's medallion hanging from the dealer's neck.
"How do I get one of those," I said, pointing to the medallion.
"Show me $1000 and I'll give you one," he said.
Knowing a challenge when I hear one, I started getting a little more bold with my bets. Soon I had $700 on the table. Then $800. Then $900. I was winning pretty good. And I was counting my money closely.
Just as I reached $1025, I stacked my chips in nice neat little piles and asked the dealer for my Caesar's medallion.
"I'll get it for you in a minute," said the dealer.
Shortly thereafter, the dealer left for a break. My roll continued. I was now up to $1500 and counting, well over my breakeven point. By the time the dealer came back, I had $2000 on the table.
"So, did you get my medallion when you were on break?" I asked.
"Oh, we don't have any," the dealer said.
"What?" I asked.
"We're out," he said.
"Hey, you challenged me to get $1000 on the table, and I've more than doubled that," I said. "You owe me a medallion."
By this time, the pit boss was watching me pretty closely and came over. Feeling a bit cocky, I told the pit boss what was going on. He also looked for a medallion, but no luck. I was bummed. I wanted my souvenir.
About that time a bunch of new guys sat down at my table and started making some idiotic moves, so I decided it was time to go and colored up my chips. I had $2500 from my $500 buy in. That was a $2000 take on the night, and that gave me an upside over well over $1000 on the trip.
I headed over to the cashier window and decided to cash-in $1000 of my chips. Then I found a $100 table and sat down with my remaining $1500 in chips. This was make-it or break-it time, and knew it.
I put out $100 chip, and the dealer dealt. There was no one else at the table, so we were playing one-on-one.
As usual, I win. I loose. I win, I loose. Then the dealer starts talking to me.
"You were doing pretty well at that table over there, weren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, I was."
"Why did you move?" she asked.
"Oh, a couple of rookies sat down and were taking some bad cards," I said.
"Oh," she said, after quickly taking five consecutive hands.
My chips were going quick. So I bet $300, always a wise move when you are on a cold streak.
I lost. We seesawed back and fourth a bit. Then the dealer got hot again and finished off the $1500 in chips I brought to the table.
"That didn't take long," I said. She smiled.
Now I was pissed. Not only did I miss out on my gold Caesars medallion, I just lost all of my profits, and then some. It was now 2:30 a.m., but I decided to give it one more try.
I found a $50 table with two young ladies and a guy playing, all from Alberta, Canada. The guy was in for one $1000 marker and betting pretty healthy. Then he bought a second one. Now I wasn't feeling so bad, even with my skimpy $50 bets.
Before you knew it, the Canadian guy was on a roll. He had a $300 bet out and gets a pair of 4s against a dealer's 5. I was holding on my 19. The Canadian puts out another $300 and splits his 4s. His first hit card? A 4. He puts out another $300 and splits his hand again. The dealer gives him a ten, giving him 14 on his first hand. He hits the second hand. Another 4. He puts out another $300 and splits his hand now four ways, the table max for splitting. He pulls slop on all hands but wisely holds, hoping for a dealer bust. The dealer turns over her hole card. Sure enough, it's a 10. Then she hits with a 9, for a total of 24. That's a bust if I've ever seen one. The Canadian wins $1200 on his 4x4 split.
From there on we were cruising. I was back to $100 bets and felt the momentum returning. Just about then a large man wearing lots of gold stumbled up to our table and placed five $100 bills on the table. The dealer took them to convert them to chips and the mans said, "No, I want to play them." He lost.
I've seen this before, I though to myself. Or had I?
He pulled out another $500.
"Paper plays," the dealer announced to the pit boss.
The man won. Now he had some chips.
Suddenly, the hot streak was back, and we had a new participant. But the new guy wasn't so polite, and was dropping F-bombs every other word.
"I'm a fucking bounty hunter," he said. "Well, a bail bondsman, really."
He continued to bet big, and win big. So did the Canadian. I stayed cool with my $100 wagers.
Before I knew it, the bondsman was throwing $100 chips at the dealer, and the Canadians. The dealer was happy to take his tips, but she warned him again about his mouth. I saw the pit boss and security eyeing our table.
Being that I was almost back to my previous high, I decided to color-up and leave the table before it got ugly.
After I took a wiz, I cashed out my chips at the cashier window. Then I tried to remember the way out of the casino.
As I walked toward what I though was the exit, I was again approached by a beautiful woman. Mind you, it's now 4 a.m. -- and I have over $2000 in my wallet.
"Hey, where you going?" asked the girl.
"Just trying to find the taxi line," I said.
"Oh, that's over here," she points.
I walk with her in the direction she pointed.
"So, where are you going?" she asked again.
"Oh, the Renaissance hotel," I said.
"What's going on at the Renaissance?" she asked.
"Not much, just going home," I said.
"Want some company?" she asked.
"Ohh...," I said, giving her a look up and down. "Uhh..., naw... just need to get some sleep," I said, biting my tongue.
"Aw, you're no fun," said the hottie ho.
"Sorry," I said. "So where's that taxi stand?"
"Oh, I lied to you," she says. "It's really over there."
"Well at least you are honest," I said.
We said good-bye and walked our separate ways.
She was indeed beautiful. But I didn't want to pay for my souvenir.
My trip gambling total: +$400
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