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birdmad versus the ace of clubs
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weekend in vegas to attend a wedding
the blackjack tables beckoned
start out low, within my means so if my run of luck does not come, i will not be tempted to do something dumb
the ten dollar table
a few quick wins on the odds and i've got enough to support a few stabs at the fifty dollar minimum table.
the pit boss sends the girl in the sexy costume to take my drink order, she brings it and i tip her with a ten dollar chip as she delivers the rum and coke.
win small, lose smaller, lose big win bigger, gains outpacing losses.
three hours pass and the drinks, which are being comped to me by the house every few minutes or so, are taking their toll on my judgement
i'm up almost seven hundred dollars which i guess isn't bad for someone whose only played a few times before, but every now and then i get the "rain man" vibe going and it takes a fifth of Bacardi to take away my edge
canny bastard, the pit boss
says i should try my luck at the baccarat tables, high odds, high stakes, the winners win big and i've got enough in hand to make a few decent bets
"Try your luck why don't you, you've managed to hold out and even get ahead here"
by this time i had a forty pound set of liquor_balls and figured there was no way i could lose
by the time it was over, i was only fifty bucks ahead of when i started, where i had been close to a thousand a couple of times
ha ha.
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