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Originally Posted by my2hands
anybody with any solid references please pm me... due to the family may not be able to get delivery to room is my only issue... any ideas how to tackle that?
any help is greatly appreciated!
Assuming since you're on here that you play poker, and poker rooms are filled with people of like minds.
5 years ago, I was in Vegas for March Madness and found myself without any vittles. The night before flying out, I spent a good hour rolling perfect cigarette sized joints, put them in a pack of smokes; job done, I proceeded to get far too blazed. The next day, when I was unpacking in my Vegas hotel room, I realized that my special pack of cigarettes was still sitting in my garage back in New Jersey. Horror of horrors!
My friends are all heavy drinkers and I barely drink at all, and here I was stuck in Vegas, with a crew that was getting sauced starting at breakfast, and my girlfriend Maryjane nowhere to be seen.
On my second day in town, I found myself awake before 9 AM, at least 3 hours earlier than any of my compadres would be making appearances. I head to Caesar's for some early morning poker. Got seated immediately at 2/5 and was grinding for less than a half hour when a poker cliche sits in the seat to my right. You know the type: baseball cap, sunglasses, and a bluetooth phone receiver implanted in his right ear. He sits, splashes around and is talking loudly on the phone. I hate him immediately.
My hate softens as he turns out to be friendly and respectful to the people around him, apologizing for his rudeness when someone at the table scolds him for being a "loud phone punk". He continues to make a few phone calls but brings his volume down to a tolerable level so only the people right next to him can hear that he is doing business on the phone.
All the while, he is multitasking, making business calls, playing poker and engaging in conversation with the table in between. Less than hour after he sits, he receives a call different from the mundane business talk he's been engaging in. He's making plans with a buddy who's coming from California that day. He excitedly says "I hope you're bringing the goods, kid, you know I'm a huge fan of your horticulture. My bud is dank, but you got the unicorn by the horn."
After he ends the call, I go for it. I tell him I'm jealous that he's got so many weed options as I came to Vegas dry and I'm sad. Much to my surprise, he says he's about to rack out and head back to his hotel to bake up, and I'm welcome to join him. I play a quick game of "what could go wrong?" in my head (he's a psycho killer, he'll make a pass at me, he'll force me to sit through a timeshare presentation) but I snap call anyway.
He's staying at Bally's so we have a little bit of a walk ahead of us and we make small talk. We're at really different places in our lives. I'm long married, with children, I'm 20 years down a career path already; he is a young ambitious buck not long out of college and just beginning his adult life. Basically, he's too young to be jaded, and his offer to bake me up has no ulterior motives, he's just an affable, generous kid who was happy to help a brother out. Imagine that.
We end up back at Ballys, he packs a bowl, and no lie his weed is super dank and amazing. I say "the stuff your boy is bringing is better than this?" and he smiles and says yeah. In fact, he says, you can have this bag right here, my boy is driving in from Cali in two hours and he's bringing a ton. Just throw me a $50 and pay it forward when you get the chance. I am gobsmacked. I give him $50 for a bag that is easily worth 4 times that.
We both plan on playing at Caesar's again over the weekend, so we shake hands and I go on my way. After leaving the room, I am so baked that I wander around the hotel and have difficulty finding my way back to the Strip, all with a stupid grin on my mug. I never saw him again.
I'm a hardened New Yorker. I'm accustomed to being suspicious of situations that seem to good to be true, looking around the corner for the partner with a gun, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sometimes wonderful things happen that renew your faith in humanity.
Hopefully you will encounter a unicorn on your trip, as I did 5 years ago. You never know what you'll find in the poker room.