part 13
so i pull out a couple of bills at the $10 bj table. i play a few hands, winning some, losing some. the dealer is treating me pretty well, and i mix up my bets a little b/c i'm a superstitious bitch of the casino industry.
the dealer goes on a heater pulling 5-card 20's and 21's, so i do the obvious thing, and start to bet more. i bet 25, lose, 50, lose, 75 lose. c'mon!!! i guess i could just leave with my last 30 bones still high on my victory at CP. i think i'll pass, i own you casinos.
i pull a hundo out of my front pocket, and place it neatly under my last 30 on the betting circle.
first card, face, ok, i like how this is going. second card 4....damnit.
oh wait, the dealer is showing a 3. i stay....bust one time for me baby!! one time!!!
she turns over.....damnit small card...i hate life...
oh wait, that's a 3, that's only 16....c'mon!!! big card, big card!!!
bam, a face, and the dealer busts...ship the 130 please.
i put the hundo back in my pocket, and start to go on a tear.
as this is happening, a foreign guy's friend(also foreign) sits down at the table. everyone is having fun even though i just heard the room explode after my cowboys' romo bobbles a routine snap to cost the cowboys the game.
well, at least the cowboys covered, that's good.
pssshhhh, you think i'm taking the +2.5 on the cowboys, that's not how ballas roll. i proceed to tear up my sports book ticket while continuing to play.
well, as i'm winning, foreign guy 2 (fg2)'s luck isn't going so well. he proceeds to go all-in with his last 250 in green on a hand, and he pulls through...everyone is happy.
he dwindles down a little bit before pulling the same move. hmmm, i don't know about testing the waters twice, but do what you will.
he loses the 250 hand, but what do you do after that. he pulls out a $100 bill out of his pocket like a true champ, and bets it on the next hand. after he loses that, what does he do?
MARTINGAAAAAAAALE!!!!
he pulls 200 out and places it. youch, he stays on 18 and still loses.
out comes 400, and it's starting to hurt watching. i'm pretty sure i've pulled a blackjack at some point on his swing, and i hate watching this kind of stuff happen.
anyway, he gets something ridiculous like 19 on his 400, and the dealer pulls some sick 4-card 20 or 21 and takes his money. ouch.
he leaves devistated, and i figure there are enough bad vibes around the table, and i decide to take off with my 80 or so profit. not a bad stop on the way back to my room.
i get back to my room, and am starving b/c i haven't eaten all day. it's probably 8 or so at this point, and i'm thinking about where to go. damnit, i'm so lazy right now.
oh yeah, room service FTW.
i pull out the book, and everything looks awesome. omelettes, ribs, oh wait, there you are.
california burger with potato salad and a pepsi please. i can take a shower while i wait.
as soon as i get out of the shower, about 10 mins, there's a knock on the door(even though they said it'd be 30-40 mins..i'm ok with this).
in it arives...
yeah, that pepsi was $4, but i don't care b/c i'm in balla mode for the night. i tear into the food....which is awesome by the way, and get ready to go out.
p.s. this is like the only picture. i kept telling myself i'd take more w/my camera, but i'm just absent-minded like that