Red
May 29th, 2006My Mom would kill me if she knew I put $1000 on red at a roulette table. Oh, wait, she reads this site. Hi Mom! Guess what I did this weekend?
My Mom would kill me if she knew I put $1000 on red at a roulette table. Oh, wait, she reads this site. Hi Mom! Guess what I did this weekend?
"The best way to make money in Vegas," said the dealer, "is to stay home."
We smiled and bet a silver for the dealer. He's a good dealer; he chats with his players, gives them advice from the book, and cracks an occasional joke. Those are the best dealers. Those are the ones we tip graciously and generously and frequently.
Jimmy leans back in his chair and clears his throat. "The last time we were in Vegas, the most amazing thing happened to us."
Mike chortles. "Yea, you have to hear this," he says with a smirk. George, Thomas, and I sit up and listen.
At the party of an English college professor. Four of us are seated around the dining room table. One guy is dealing out Blackjack hands.
Some people got it, some people don't. Me, I don't got it.
I'm talking about Gambling Luck. Vegas Luck.
You know, the most I've ever won at Las Vegas is negative twenty bucks. Pitiful, isn't it?