Back down I come with a fresh 20k. I discover I have a new gambling friend joining me, and we play a marvelous three hour session of roughly eight shoes together. We have some typical ups and downs, but nothing that comes close to wiping us out by any stretch. I am typically betting about $1k a hand, and he bets a small progression from the minimum $200 up to about $400. Actually, he probably doubles his $4k along the way, which is great, while I kind of limp along in the $15 to $17k range.
Then, the miracle shoe besets us. You know, the one where you just cannot seem to lose. The one where the dealer always cleanly busts her 6 with two tens, right away, with a minimum of fuss. The one where your hard 18 seems to end up against a 17, and your 19 ends up against an 18. It is great. I move my betting up pretty aggressively, and yellow chips start flying out of the rack, and 25 hands later, I have this:
Whoohoo, that happens to be a 58.5k stack, ladies and gents. We both give each other a sloppy bear hug (alcohol has set in with my friend), exchange numbers so we can meet up again the next night, and call it a night.
Actually, first, the dealer tries to color me up. She stacks the chips in a really unintuitive, weird way and then proceeds to count up $48.5k. The boss lady is watching, of course, and concurs. I, of course, am also watching and do not.
I let them count it a few more times -- they almost seem unsure of themselves, as if they subconsciously know something is wrong -- and then I suggest that they put all the chips out in even heights and in blocks of $10k so that they can see better. Sure enough, then we all "discover" that I am $10,000 richer than I was a few moments before. (Of course, the dealer immediately insists that that was what she thought it was the whole time, lolz.)
Even if I had been unpaying attention and if they were doofuses and only gave me 48, I think an error at this scale would've been caught later. At the next rack count, they would find the mistake, and then they would go back to the tape (err, disk) and review what could only be a couple players. And they would leave me a nice message and maybe a flower and some chocolates to go with my $10k they temporarily stiffed me out of. Still, a little sketchy, eh? Count yer chips, folks.
So, it's 4:30am and time for bed, but I stick a nice 58.5k into my front money account and enjoy the idea of being on a serious heater in Vegas. It is a good feeling to, roughly speaking, know that it is "impossible" to end up not in the black at the end of this trip. Famous last words, those...