Most embarrasing or retarded thing you ever did at a casino

[govman6767]

Everyone has their moments I'll share with you my worst.

A few years ago I was in a Bowling League at Green Ridge Lanes in Scranton Pa. The theme of the league was the big bus trip to Atlantic City at the end of the bowling season.

So we took the bus and arrived at the Sands in Atlantic City. I went on this trip with My aunt, Uncle, Mom and cousin ross.

After screwing around at the tables and slots for a bit I decided to go play poker the sands room was still smoking at this time and I love to smoke so this was the place to be. (Ballys was also smoking at the time).

Anyway I sat down at the 1-5 stud table (stud has always been my fav game of choice) I was dealt my first 4 of a kind on this trip AAAA and proceded to have a gin martini.
Yes gin not all this stupid retard crap they sell now like appleotinis and chocotinis. Just a freaking glass of gin and an olive (just a drop or two of dry vermouth).

After a few martini's things get a little hazy..... I don't remember leaving the poker room at the sands but i still get these fuzzy images of me trying to open MY MOTHERS CAR at the top of the parking garage. (If you remember I came with my family on a bus) Anyway I awake a few hours later in the sands parking garage and get this.... No shoes or socks.

I realize that I must have missed my bus and am stuck. My wallet has no cash in it. My unused emergency credit card was still there. So I leave the sands BAREFOOT and walk a bit down to the bus station to see if I can catch a bus back to scranton..... The lady tells the next bus does not leave for like 12 hours. I give her my credit card and book the bus.

Ok now I have some time to kill (remember I'm still kinda hammered) I try to take a nap but the bus station is scary.

So I walk back to the boardwalk area and start visiting bus stations in an attempt to find a room for a few hours....
It was amazing but not one casino had a room.

A few hours later I decide to find out what the hell happened.

I reenter the sands and am immediatly stopped by security the guard tells me that I cannot come into a casino without shoes. I explain what a retard I am and I wanted to see the poker room people about what happened.

Turns out I did not do anything real dumb I just got REALLY REALLY DRUNK started slurring at got up from my seat and never came back....... with 83 dollars in chips still on the table. Security escorts me to the cage area where they bagged my chips and give me my money. I ask if they know where my shoes are....... I get a dumb look.

So after I leave the casino I go back up to the parking garage and after searching for a while I find my shoes stuck in a flower bed (yes in parking garage). Happy to have money and my shoes back with a few hour to kill I go back to the sands poker room the stud game breaks up a bit after. So I walk back to the bus station .....

(Stupidity sets in) I had a softball game on sunday and the bus schedule says I will not get back in time for the game.
In an effort to try to get home sooner. I hop on the NJ train to philidelpia. Take a cab to the bus station and find out the first bus to home was the one I could have caught in A.C. So I walk around philadephia for a bit catch my bus and go home.

Dirty, Smelly, Broke, Missed my Game, AND MY FAMILY WAS REAL PISSED said I made them look like morons for making the bus stick around for 20 min after it should have left.

Well folks thats the dumbest thing I ever did at a casino..... How about you ?

[bulldawgblue]

Upon reading the title of this thread I was going to tell the story about how I was bombed and made a late craps bet and the dice hit my hand....but....wow....I think I'm beat.

[BigBuffet]

It's 1987. Old vegas on the verge of new vegas. I'm at the Barbary Coast playing blackjack around 9AM. Couldn't buy a hand. Ask the dealer for a breakfast comp. She calls the floor. Typical slickback hair new york guy. He says "I didn't see the action, no comp".

I don't say anything, but I mouth the words f u to him. He walks over to the desk and picks up the phone. I stand up and start heading towards the nearest door to the steet. My legs feel like putty and I feel like I'm walking in slow motion, but going as fast as I can. I make it to the street safely. Missed a visit to the backroom by that much...

[govman6767]

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It's 1987. Old vegas on the verge of new vegas. I'm at the Barbary Coast playing blackjack around 9AM. Couldn't buy a hand. Ask the dealer for a breakfast comp. She calls the floor. Typical slickback hair new york guy. He says "I didn't see the action, no comp".

I don't say anything, but I mouth the words f u to him. He walks over to the desk and picks up the phone. I stand up and start heading towards the nearest door to the steet. My legs feel like putty and I feel like I'm walking in slow motion, but going as fast as I can. I make it to the street safely. Missed a visit to the backroom by that much...

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Heh hammer, vice, ouch. Maybe he called nicki santino

[cpk]

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Heh hammer, vice, ouch. Maybe he called nicki santino

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I believe it's "Nicky Santoro." [img]/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]

[daryn]

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Upon reading the title of this thread I was going to tell the story about how I was bombed and made a late craps bet and the dice hit my hand....but....wow....I think I'm beat.

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hahaha, hilarious post

[BrunoThePug]

The first time I ever played BJ in a casino was at Paris on my first ever trip to las vegas. I sat down at a single deck game since it was empty and I didn't want to sit with a bunch of other people not knowing the flow of the game.

I placed a ten dollar bet and lost, the another ten dollar bet and lost. Then I wanted to put out twenty dollars so I put two stacks of ten side by side. The dealer goes "What are you doing???" and I realized that I messed up and quickly stacked the two on top of each other.

A few hands later I wanted to leave so I stacked all of my chips up held them in my hand towards the dealer. He says "You've never done this before huh?"... "nope". He then told me the ins and outs and a couple of other things that I would have had to learn the hard way.

As far as poker goes the very first time I ever played live was at Casino arizona. I sat down and the chip runner comes over and gives me $100 in chips, but I thought I gave my money to the dealer so the chip runner is standing there behind me waiting for me to give him my $100 and I'm sitting there staring at the dealer wating for him to take my money.

[Eder]

Few months ago getting drunk at the 1/2 NL donkfest at MGM.Had a fairly large tower of chips in front of me and had been playing fairly aggressively.

Complete retard opens from UTG for $40, I gaze down to find a pair of tens (way ahead of UTG's range). Folded to me on the button and as I was grabbing fistfulls of chips to repop him I knocked about 200 of my chips onto the table/floor/and filled my double Crown Royale/rocks drink with red chips.

Anyway most my chips were recovered shortly and feeling like an idiot I looked at UTG and told him " I was gonna raise but this looks like a good spot to cold call." I grabbed the red chips out of my drink and they were pretty cold/wet from the ice in the glass.

Table and dealer cracked up, and after UTG dragged the pot on the flop the waitress had to be called to wipe the table down because of the wet chips. I did order another whiskey rather than drink the one that the chips fell in so guess I wasnt too hammered.

[Dominic]

working at a tennic camp outside of Philadelphia in the early 80s when I was about 18, 19. I have a day off so this girl instructor and I decide we're gonna get hammered and go see the Phillies play, so we buy two cases of beer and drive over to the Stadium - unfortunately, the game is in Atlanta! Doh!

So we sit in the empty stadium lot, drinking heavily, when I get a bright idea: Atlantic City! It's only a couple hours away, right?

So we hop on the AC expressway, still drinking, and drive to AC. I'm incredibly drunk. We're both so drunk that we pull over to the side of the highway every 20 minutes so we can both take a leak.

As we're approaching AC, there's a toll both...now, in northern NJ (where I'm from) there are no little gates that open and close at the toll booths,so as I aproach this toll I flip my quarter into the hoop without slowing down - unfortunately, there IS a little gate at this toll booth. I do a Starsky and Hutch right through the thing, splintering it to pieces.

"What was that?" I say.
"I don't know." She replies.

I shrug and we find ourselves at some casino. Picture this: two people so drunk the casino won't let them in and gamble their money away. That's how drunk we were.

We end up under the boardwalk, making out, trying to get sober. As she was a heifer, it sobered me up quite quickly.

By that time it's alomst morning again and we have to call the tennis camp and give them [censored] excuse why we won't be there in time for the first lessons.

We finally drive back to Phili - on the way, we pass through the same toll booth I had busted through before.

They were fixing the little gate. [img]/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

(How I didn't kill us both that night, I have no idea.)

[CaseS87]

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working at a tennic camp outside of Philadelphia in the early 80s when I was about 18, 19. I have a day off so this girl instructor and I decide we're gonna get hammered and go see the Phillies play, so we buy two cases of beer and drive over to the Stadium - unfortunately, the game is in Atlanta! Doh!

So we sit in the empty stadium lot, drinking heavily, when I get a bright idea: Atlantic City! It's only a couple hours away, right?

So we hop on the AC expressway, still drinking, and drive to AC. I'm incredibly drunk. We're both so drunk that we pull over to the side of the highway every 20 minutes so we can both take a leak.

As we're approaching AC, there's a toll both...now, in northern NJ (where I'm from) there are no little gates that open and close at the toll booths,so as I aproach this toll I flip my quarter into the hoop without slowing down - unfortunately, there IS a little gate at this toll booth. I do a Starsky and Hutch right through the thing, splintering it to pieces.

"What was that?" I say.
"I don't know." She replies.

I shrug and we find ourselves at some casino. Picture this: two people so drunk the casino won't let them in and gamble their money away. That's how drunk we were.

We end up under the boardwalk, making out, trying to get sober. As she was a heifer, it sobered me up quite quickly.

By that time it's alomst morning again and we have to call the tennis camp and give them [censored] excuse why we won't be there in time for the first lessons.

We finally drive back to Phili - on the way, we pass through the same toll booth I had busted through before.

They were fixing the little gate. [img]/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

(How I didn't kill us both that night, I have no idea.)

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that is awesome