Friday, February 6, 10:45 pm
I woke up - how long did I sleep? It was about 3, 3 1/2 hours. Now it's about 11 pm on a Friday - I felt like a sophomore in college - napping before going out on a Friday night. I tried to go back to bed...no luck. Time for Friday night - or a new day, Saturday - to begin.
My notes in my diary are extremely unclear for the next 18 hours or so - I will try to piece them all together. I think I met the group at - where else? - the UTH table. We had about a 2 or 3 hour session with Ruth - she was a constant during this trip - and I have this as a slow burn of a session. Nothing happened, and a slow and steady loss.
Don and Mike went upstairs for the night - so I think it was just the three of us. Of course, you can guess where we were headed to....we couldn't find a blackjack table in the salon, so it was over to Baccarat. I'm not exactly sure what happened here, but it was a great session! The best one of the trip; I think we caught a choppy deck where 8-10 hands just alternated back and forth from the player to the banker. We caught it at the right time and played the trend and made money.
My notes now say that Wiz went upstairs - it was about 3 am - but the next session for me (and Layup) was the salon - so it's not like Wiz to pass up a blackjack session. He must have been sick. Anyway, Wiz wasn't there, and that was good luck for both of us; Layup made a lot while I did fairly well. I think we drank Hot chocolate and Baileys for the whole session.
It was now about 4 am. Layup was done for the night and he headed upstairs. I felt awake and energized from the 3 hour nap - it's like I live in China all over again! What to do now? I don't even have to make a Walgreens run! There was only one choice - craps!
I found an empty $10 table with the morning shift crew on it - everybody knows these guys, the surly dealers from Kentucky and Texas....started playing about 4:30, 5:00 am and drinking the same Hot Chocolate and Baileys drink. I wasn't doing that well for the first hour - just hanging around, losing a bit with 2 or 3 others at the table.
Around 6 am or so, a 21-year old man came up to the other side of the table. He was drunk, but not trashed. He's one of those guys we see every Vegas trip - stereotypical newbie gambler that is curious about the games....of course he put $100 down on the craps table.
He survived the first 20-30 minutes or so; I then rolled and got hot; I rolled about 5 sevens in a row on the comeout - no biggie for me, but for him, who bet $10 pass line, no odds, and maybe one number, it was awesome!!. I then went ahead and rolled another all small - my 3rd hit on the trip. Won a lot and it got the table fired up a bit.
The dice finally went over to the young guy, who then started to get hot himself. The whole table was winning money - except the roller, of course, who may have hit just 2 points but hit all sorts of numbers. He hit a few hard 10's for me when I had money on it; I just had to throw $6 into the middle.
"$5 hard 10 for the shooter, $1 for the dealers".
The roller didn't hear me; four rolls later, he rolled the 5-5. Yes! The dealer slid $35 to the shooter. He was confused; the dealers told him it was from me.
"Great! Thank you sir! Thanks!"
Uh, ok. I don't like the sir part, but whatever.
The table started filling up; an old man was to my left. The young guy finally sevened out; the dice came to me a bit later. I started rolling well again, hitting a couple of points and winning everyone money. The old guy was happy (he bought in for $2 grand or so), and gave me a high five.
"Nice roll, son. Keep it going" he said in his best Sparky Anderson accent.
It was like one big happy family - and I was in the sandwich generation. Being called sir and son in the same session.
The table turned cold around 7 or so, and I picked up and left. I went into the sportsbook to look around - found a Chelsea fan who looked desperate for any sort of conversation; by fate I had my Everton shirt on. He started chatting about the EPL and the games that were just going off....I tried my best to humor him but I was way out of my league.
Put $100 on Everton to beat Liverpool at +280. Now what? It was 7:30 am; what to do? I wasn't tired; I wasn't hungry; exercise? hell no.... I walked around and found myself back at the same craps table, at the same position on the table.
The second time around was just as good as the first. I almost pulled off the unheard-off "encore" roll with the all small. I was betting the all small, and no one else was playing that bet. I rolled - again, it was a good roll - and I rolled the 2 to win it. 35-1! The all small/tall/all bets had nothing in them; I was still rolling with a point of 9.
Can I put $5 back on the all small?
The dealer paused for a moment. "I don't see why not. Sure! Send it in....". I threw the chip in.
Next roll was a 2...and off we go.
I rolled everything else but the 3 before I sevened out....which meant I was one roll away from rolling 2 all smalls in a row before a 7. The session was wonderful again; I was at the table rolling and high fiving everyone when Layup and Wiz came down from their sleep/nap. To their credit, they did not jump and stayed away. I knew where to find them.
The great session ended, and it was 8:30 or so. Now it was time to eat - I found them and then the question was - where to get breakfast?
"How about White Castle across the street?" For those that did not know - and I didn't - a White Castle opened up in the Casino Royale.
Um......wow...... ok........
I did feel a little pathetic eating steamed sliders at 9 in the morning in a 3/4 empty restaurant. It was $8.99 for 4 sliders, fries and a drink. However, it was good eats.
We went back to the UTH table around 10 am, and the White Castle burgers did not bring us luck. I hit the wall, and around 11 am I went upstairs to nap/sleep/crash.
Little did I know what was going on at the UTH table while I slept......
I woke up - how long did I sleep? It was about 3, 3 1/2 hours. Now it's about 11 pm on a Friday - I felt like a sophomore in college - napping before going out on a Friday night. I tried to go back to bed...no luck. Time for Friday night - or a new day, Saturday - to begin.
My notes in my diary are extremely unclear for the next 18 hours or so - I will try to piece them all together. I think I met the group at - where else? - the UTH table. We had about a 2 or 3 hour session with Ruth - she was a constant during this trip - and I have this as a slow burn of a session. Nothing happened, and a slow and steady loss.
Don and Mike went upstairs for the night - so I think it was just the three of us. Of course, you can guess where we were headed to....we couldn't find a blackjack table in the salon, so it was over to Baccarat. I'm not exactly sure what happened here, but it was a great session! The best one of the trip; I think we caught a choppy deck where 8-10 hands just alternated back and forth from the player to the banker. We caught it at the right time and played the trend and made money.
My notes now say that Wiz went upstairs - it was about 3 am - but the next session for me (and Layup) was the salon - so it's not like Wiz to pass up a blackjack session. He must have been sick. Anyway, Wiz wasn't there, and that was good luck for both of us; Layup made a lot while I did fairly well. I think we drank Hot chocolate and Baileys for the whole session.
It was now about 4 am. Layup was done for the night and he headed upstairs. I felt awake and energized from the 3 hour nap - it's like I live in China all over again! What to do now? I don't even have to make a Walgreens run! There was only one choice - craps!
I found an empty $10 table with the morning shift crew on it - everybody knows these guys, the surly dealers from Kentucky and Texas....started playing about 4:30, 5:00 am and drinking the same Hot Chocolate and Baileys drink. I wasn't doing that well for the first hour - just hanging around, losing a bit with 2 or 3 others at the table.
Around 6 am or so, a 21-year old man came up to the other side of the table. He was drunk, but not trashed. He's one of those guys we see every Vegas trip - stereotypical newbie gambler that is curious about the games....of course he put $100 down on the craps table.
He survived the first 20-30 minutes or so; I then rolled and got hot; I rolled about 5 sevens in a row on the comeout - no biggie for me, but for him, who bet $10 pass line, no odds, and maybe one number, it was awesome!!. I then went ahead and rolled another all small - my 3rd hit on the trip. Won a lot and it got the table fired up a bit.
The dice finally went over to the young guy, who then started to get hot himself. The whole table was winning money - except the roller, of course, who may have hit just 2 points but hit all sorts of numbers. He hit a few hard 10's for me when I had money on it; I just had to throw $6 into the middle.
"$5 hard 10 for the shooter, $1 for the dealers".
The roller didn't hear me; four rolls later, he rolled the 5-5. Yes! The dealer slid $35 to the shooter. He was confused; the dealers told him it was from me.
"Great! Thank you sir! Thanks!"
Uh, ok. I don't like the sir part, but whatever.
The table started filling up; an old man was to my left. The young guy finally sevened out; the dice came to me a bit later. I started rolling well again, hitting a couple of points and winning everyone money. The old guy was happy (he bought in for $2 grand or so), and gave me a high five.
"Nice roll, son. Keep it going" he said in his best Sparky Anderson accent.
It was like one big happy family - and I was in the sandwich generation. Being called sir and son in the same session.
The table turned cold around 7 or so, and I picked up and left. I went into the sportsbook to look around - found a Chelsea fan who looked desperate for any sort of conversation; by fate I had my Everton shirt on. He started chatting about the EPL and the games that were just going off....I tried my best to humor him but I was way out of my league.
Put $100 on Everton to beat Liverpool at +280. Now what? It was 7:30 am; what to do? I wasn't tired; I wasn't hungry; exercise? hell no.... I walked around and found myself back at the same craps table, at the same position on the table.
The second time around was just as good as the first. I almost pulled off the unheard-off "encore" roll with the all small. I was betting the all small, and no one else was playing that bet. I rolled - again, it was a good roll - and I rolled the 2 to win it. 35-1! The all small/tall/all bets had nothing in them; I was still rolling with a point of 9.
Can I put $5 back on the all small?
The dealer paused for a moment. "I don't see why not. Sure! Send it in....". I threw the chip in.
Next roll was a 2...and off we go.
I rolled everything else but the 3 before I sevened out....which meant I was one roll away from rolling 2 all smalls in a row before a 7. The session was wonderful again; I was at the table rolling and high fiving everyone when Layup and Wiz came down from their sleep/nap. To their credit, they did not jump and stayed away. I knew where to find them.
The great session ended, and it was 8:30 or so. Now it was time to eat - I found them and then the question was - where to get breakfast?
"How about White Castle across the street?" For those that did not know - and I didn't - a White Castle opened up in the Casino Royale.
Um......wow...... ok........
I did feel a little pathetic eating steamed sliders at 9 in the morning in a 3/4 empty restaurant. It was $8.99 for 4 sliders, fries and a drink. However, it was good eats.
We went back to the UTH table around 10 am, and the White Castle burgers did not bring us luck. I hit the wall, and around 11 am I went upstairs to nap/sleep/crash.
Little did I know what was going on at the UTH table while I slept......
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