Lose more, win mostly
Sunday started a bit late, and we headed over to the Paris hotel for brunch, which ended up being some pretty awesome burgers at a sports bar.
From there we wandered over to Caesar's Palace where, once again, we found ourselves called to the tables. And, once again, the experience ended poorly.
Two rules which should ALWAYS be followed when gambling: 1) If you've doubled your money, walk away. 2) If you've been playing a table long enough that the dealer/croupier/dude/gal you sat down with gets switched out, walk away. The first rule is pretty straight forward: The odds are always against you, and winning alone is good enough. Doubling your money usually means you've had a rare lucky streak or a one in 100 hand; either way, you're not likely to repeat the feat.
The second rule goes beyond superstition. If you've been at a table with one guy long enough, you've picked up on his mannerisms and are able to play a much better game based off his emotions and rhythms. Once a new person comes in, you're playing a new table -- new pace, new vibe, effectively new odds. Either sit out for a series of hands to reevaluate the table, or walk away.
Violating either of those rules guarantees sorrow.
From Caesar's Palace we headed back to home base and got changed for Zumanity.
If you're in Vegas, you HAVE to see Zumanity. Not only were the various feats of acrobatics amazing, but the show had more than enough (18+) humor for all to enjoy. The most laughs came when poor, unwitting souls were plucked from the audience to participate.
We grabbed dinner after the show, then called it a trip. I left for the airport at 3:30 a.m., and Fletcher hit the road a few hours later. With my transfer at LAX, I hereby declare that I have been to California. From what I could see of California, it seems like the whole place is laid out like an airport.
Oh, and LAX? Every major airport I've been in offers FREE WiFi. Charging for WiFi is lame. Super fucking lame.
From there we wandered over to Caesar's Palace where, once again, we found ourselves called to the tables. And, once again, the experience ended poorly.
Two rules which should ALWAYS be followed when gambling: 1) If you've doubled your money, walk away. 2) If you've been playing a table long enough that the dealer/croupier/dude/gal you sat down with gets switched out, walk away. The first rule is pretty straight forward: The odds are always against you, and winning alone is good enough. Doubling your money usually means you've had a rare lucky streak or a one in 100 hand; either way, you're not likely to repeat the feat.
The second rule goes beyond superstition. If you've been at a table with one guy long enough, you've picked up on his mannerisms and are able to play a much better game based off his emotions and rhythms. Once a new person comes in, you're playing a new table -- new pace, new vibe, effectively new odds. Either sit out for a series of hands to reevaluate the table, or walk away.
Violating either of those rules guarantees sorrow.
From Caesar's Palace we headed back to home base and got changed for Zumanity.
If you're in Vegas, you HAVE to see Zumanity. Not only were the various feats of acrobatics amazing, but the show had more than enough (18+) humor for all to enjoy. The most laughs came when poor, unwitting souls were plucked from the audience to participate.
We grabbed dinner after the show, then called it a trip. I left for the airport at 3:30 a.m., and Fletcher hit the road a few hours later. With my transfer at LAX, I hereby declare that I have been to California. From what I could see of California, it seems like the whole place is laid out like an airport.
Oh, and LAX? Every major airport I've been in offers FREE WiFi. Charging for WiFi is lame. Super fucking lame.