Originally Posted by Hawk1468
I love reading these stories on 2+2. Long time lurker but I've got a decent story related to this so I'll try and give back to the community:
My gf's father is a bigtime blackjack player and heads out to Vegas probably once a month or so to play. Once or twice a year, usually around the summer months, he locks up one of the Palazzo suites at the Rio and invites the whole family out, plus significant others, for a weekend. Side note, if you ever get a chance to stay in one of these suites definitely take it, theyre unbelievably nice, like 6 br and 10 bathrooms with balconies, a dining room, a private bar, private pools and other **** like that.
Anyways, a few years back (summer 2011) we went out there for one of these weekends, spent the whole weekend at Moorea/Caesars topless pool just drinking, heading in for some craps sessions every few hours, going out to dinner, etc, pretty standard Vegas weekend. By the time Saturday evening rolls around (last night in town), word gets around the group that my gf's dad is down about 250k and "done for the weekend", so he turns in for the night early. We proceed to play beer pong at Osheas and gamble all night, and when we return to the suite around 6 AM, he's been asleep all night, is just waking up to start the day and has decided to go take one more shot at the tables before we all fly out at 4 PM or so. I say "good luck" to him and collapse into bed.
After a short nap (I can never really sleep in Vegas for all that long) I decide to head down to the casino with one of the guys in the group around 10:30 AM to give it one last go at the dice tables. I peek my head into the little high limit room at Rio and my gf's dad has a stack of chips in front of him that to this day I have a hard time believing. Colors I had never seen before on a casino chip... I think he had some brown chips in there, no clue what denomination those were. We decide to rail him for a little bit and in his final shoe I swear he lost maybe 5 hands total, playing 2 hands at a time. He was betting really weird amounts, just kind of sliding out a stack of whatever colors he wanted and letting the dealers do the math on blackjacks and such. If I had to guess, I'd estimate the average bet per hand was somewhere around 15k or so, with some bigger bets sprinkled in. Every time the dealer needed to bust, she would. He got to split and double practically every hand it seemed and was just absolutely on fire.
When he decides to quit around 11 AM, the count is made and he has gone from -$250k on the weekend to +$400k. +650k in a little over 4 hours. He orders a brunch buffet to the room and has two bottles of Dom sent up as well (honestly I couldn't taste the difference from the Andre I usually drink). We have a nice meal, get on the plane and 4 hrs later I'm back in my ****ty studio apartment in Chicago ordering cheap Thai takeout wondering what the hell just happened, and pondering if I will ever get to do something as cool as that in my lifetime.