Thursday, February 16, 2006
Late Superbowl Post
What I'm Drinkin' - High Test Coffee
What I'm Reading - Woot-a-thon
Well it's been a few months since my last confession. I built my bankroll up to over $800 and went to Vegas with some friends, planning on having a good time. Here is the quick recap...
Blackjack +$40
Craps +$100
Slots +$20
Roulette -$40 (First time playing)
So i'm good. We go see Joe Rogan at the House of blues and he was a blast to watch. Waaay better than his masacre of the Man Show. He was actually quite funny! Then drinks in the exclusive Foundation Room at the Mandalay Bay. Everything so good so far. Then I sit my happily drunk butt at the MB poker table for some late night 2/4. I built my buy-in up to over $250 and am talking to some people when I reach for my wallet for a buisness card. But where is it? I (and most of the table) frantically search for it but it is nowhere to be found. Soon after the dealer leaves and the floor manager says that security can't check the tapes other than the table itself.
What?!?!
I had over $500 cash in my wallet (my entire bankroll) and all of my credit cards. What do I do? Kamakazi shots! Lots of them. So many that when I stumbled up to my room with my last $30 in chips (I lost the rest over the last 6 hours of Donkey Drunk Punch Poker) at noon I couldn't really seem any more. My friends tell me that I jumped on them trying to get them to go to the pool, and broke one of the beds. I then got naked and cried in the corner for a bit, put a towel on and went to bed. Just in time for Superbowl kickoff. What a weekend.
My wallet was never found, and I cancelled my cards before anything was charged. At least I didn't loose my dignity, right?
What I'm Drinkin' - High Test Coffee
What I'm Reading - Woot-a-thon
Well it's been a few months since my last confession. I built my bankroll up to over $800 and went to Vegas with some friends, planning on having a good time. Here is the quick recap...
Blackjack +$40
Craps +$100
Slots +$20
Roulette -$40 (First time playing)
So i'm good. We go see Joe Rogan at the House of blues and he was a blast to watch. Waaay better than his masacre of the Man Show. He was actually quite funny! Then drinks in the exclusive Foundation Room at the Mandalay Bay. Everything so good so far. Then I sit my happily drunk butt at the MB poker table for some late night 2/4. I built my buy-in up to over $250 and am talking to some people when I reach for my wallet for a buisness card. But where is it? I (and most of the table) frantically search for it but it is nowhere to be found. Soon after the dealer leaves and the floor manager says that security can't check the tapes other than the table itself.
What?!?!
I had over $500 cash in my wallet (my entire bankroll) and all of my credit cards. What do I do? Kamakazi shots! Lots of them. So many that when I stumbled up to my room with my last $30 in chips (I lost the rest over the last 6 hours of Donkey Drunk Punch Poker) at noon I couldn't really seem any more. My friends tell me that I jumped on them trying to get them to go to the pool, and broke one of the beds. I then got naked and cried in the corner for a bit, put a towel on and went to bed. Just in time for Superbowl kickoff. What a weekend.
My wallet was never found, and I cancelled my cards before anything was charged. At least I didn't loose my dignity, right?
