One of my many tale's of self-destruction and humiliation...
It all started at one of my uncles houses, it was a party and we were all on the beers etc. Later on that night I was pretty drunk and the party was dying down, so I thought I'd bail and head to the casino. Called a cab and headed to the casino(jupiters hotel & casino, gold coast Australia) which was about 30 mins drive from my uncles. I had about $200 cash on me and about $1000 in my bank account. Which was everything I had at the time, being a student and not having access to credit cards due to bad debt(another degen story).
Anyways my plan was to play no pit games and stick to poker. I get there and there is a massive list and it looks like it will be at least a 45 minute wait. **** this I tell myself "just play a little bit of blackjack until you get a seat" etc. And head over to the nearest BJ table which was a $25 min. I buy $100 worth of chips, lose that. Another $100, lost that. Within about 5 minutes. Instantly monkey tilted.. being this was a significant amount for my poor ass. I head to the atm and withdraw another $200, lose. Atm $400, lose and then $400, lose. I remember my last hand's bet was $200 and I had 11 vs dealers 4 and I doubled down for my last $200. I caught a 9 to make a 20. I am thinking great im back to $800. Then dealer pulls a 2,5,10. 21!!!! I cant ****ing believe it. I feel like someone has torn my heart out and my stomach feels like im going to hurl. I am so drunk the room is spinning.
I am drunk as hell and I am a 30 minutes drive away from the house. I don't have any money for a taxi. I am so ****ing sick. I walk down through the parking complex and I really need to ****. I find the nearest garden and have a huge drunken loser turd then proceed to pass out.
I wake up in the morning with the sun beaming down on my face. I have **** all over my pants and I am lying in a garden(out of view) next to the casino's parking complex. Thinking what the ****?
It hits me like a freight train and I check to wallet to see. Yes, I did infact blew every cent to my name last night. And yes I am covered in my own ****.
I pull out my mobile phone and message a family member to pick me up, luckily for me I managed to get a lift. But it was difficult explaining where my pants went. I figured it would be less humiliating hailing down my ride only in my boxers, then being picked up in my **** smeared pants. I said that I went for a swim in the surf and someone stole them off the beach.(beach was in walking distance to casino) Lame excuse, and didn't make sense because I still had my phone and wallet in hand....