venni, vetti, vegas
Just returned from my conquerings at the Luxor in Las Vegas....
Goddamnit I love craps...
Can't enough of that damn table
I honestly now have a twitch to throw some fucking dice.
Up $450 in 2 hours is what going to Vegas is all about. The table was mine that night. Prior to that night I lost $50 at that table plus another $50 being pwned by the blackjack dealers...yuck...I'm never playing blackjack again in Vegas...
...Anyways...back to the good story:
It was pretty crowded that night. In fact, it was the first time I saw three tables going at a time that whole week. I had to wedge myself in between this large British lady and a bald-headed guy. That was enough room at this table though...trust me. A lady with a nice rack was the first to throw, and throw she did. She probably threw about 20 times before she crapped out. At that point I was up around $70. I backed all my bets even that night ($10 on $10) while occasionally putting straight money ($10) on the 9 and 5 (the British lady was helpful in showing me that strategy). I didn't fuck with the field too much and occasionally threw a come bet on there. In all reality, all I needed was the passline and the hardways to make my night work.
The middle part of the 2 hours saw a mixture of both guys and girls throw. The guys were not having much luck, but the ladies pwned. Another lady ended up throwing about 15 times before she crapped and threw maybe 5 or 6 naturals. By this time, everyone is screaming and clapping. That's what's cool about the craps table: the excitement. Go to any other type of gambling and people just sit there grumbling, even when they're winning. The craps table has all the energy of the casino. Fuck the slot-jockies. Fuck the 21 card-counters. Fuck pussy-ass roulette table bitches. Fuck the pogwai-baccarat-carribeanstud-pina-colada-drinking assholes. Just gimme the dice...
I'm up around $300, and I'm thinking that it's probably time to get out of here while I'm ahead. I'm about to count out when the british lady says to stay...hard persuasion, huh? So I stay more...
Finally, my turn comes to roll. Earlier in the week, I had sucked it up, crapping out more than getting straight numbers every time. I wasn't very confident in my throw, so I figured I would leave after I get done. 10 minutes later, I'm still rolling. This is when the best time of the night comes. I had a six come-out, $10 up front with $10 in the back, $10 on the 9 straight, and $5 on a hard 6. I roll two nines in a row giving me $28, then I roll a hard 6!! Not only do I get the usual $30 off the pass bet, but I also get $50 off of the hard!! Even if you don't know craps, that's still $108 off of three rolls!! By this time, people are actually chipping in tips for my drinks (they're free, so essentially they're "buying" me the drink). I finally crapped out after the next come out, but i made myself $150 and the british lady around $200 by that time. I stayed for my last tanq&tonic and said farewell to the table.
Quite the way to end the week at Vegas.
:)
Goddamnit I love craps...
Can't enough of that damn table
I honestly now have a twitch to throw some fucking dice.
Up $450 in 2 hours is what going to Vegas is all about. The table was mine that night. Prior to that night I lost $50 at that table plus another $50 being pwned by the blackjack dealers...yuck...I'm never playing blackjack again in Vegas...
...Anyways...back to the good story:
It was pretty crowded that night. In fact, it was the first time I saw three tables going at a time that whole week. I had to wedge myself in between this large British lady and a bald-headed guy. That was enough room at this table though...trust me. A lady with a nice rack was the first to throw, and throw she did. She probably threw about 20 times before she crapped out. At that point I was up around $70. I backed all my bets even that night ($10 on $10) while occasionally putting straight money ($10) on the 9 and 5 (the British lady was helpful in showing me that strategy). I didn't fuck with the field too much and occasionally threw a come bet on there. In all reality, all I needed was the passline and the hardways to make my night work.
The middle part of the 2 hours saw a mixture of both guys and girls throw. The guys were not having much luck, but the ladies pwned. Another lady ended up throwing about 15 times before she crapped and threw maybe 5 or 6 naturals. By this time, everyone is screaming and clapping. That's what's cool about the craps table: the excitement. Go to any other type of gambling and people just sit there grumbling, even when they're winning. The craps table has all the energy of the casino. Fuck the slot-jockies. Fuck the 21 card-counters. Fuck pussy-ass roulette table bitches. Fuck the pogwai-baccarat-carribeanstud-pina-colada-drinking assholes. Just gimme the dice...
I'm up around $300, and I'm thinking that it's probably time to get out of here while I'm ahead. I'm about to count out when the british lady says to stay...hard persuasion, huh? So I stay more...
Finally, my turn comes to roll. Earlier in the week, I had sucked it up, crapping out more than getting straight numbers every time. I wasn't very confident in my throw, so I figured I would leave after I get done. 10 minutes later, I'm still rolling. This is when the best time of the night comes. I had a six come-out, $10 up front with $10 in the back, $10 on the 9 straight, and $5 on a hard 6. I roll two nines in a row giving me $28, then I roll a hard 6!! Not only do I get the usual $30 off the pass bet, but I also get $50 off of the hard!! Even if you don't know craps, that's still $108 off of three rolls!! By this time, people are actually chipping in tips for my drinks (they're free, so essentially they're "buying" me the drink). I finally crapped out after the next come out, but i made myself $150 and the british lady around $200 by that time. I stayed for my last tanq&tonic and said farewell to the table.
Quite the way to end the week at Vegas.
:)