Slim's S.Bowl TR
03-04-2018
, 11:07 PM
03-07-2018
, 11:09 AM
03-10-2018
, 07:36 PM
03-10-2018
, 07:42 PM
03-17-2018
, 09:24 PM
Been meaning to finish this thread up but crypto crash has got me down and busy every second. I will soon
Last edited by arthurbach; 03-17-2018 at 09:39 PM.
03-21-2018
, 10:37 PM
Gonna finally finish this. I try to keep the caffeine down to once or twice a week and I only seem to update when I've had a bunch so that's why it took so long. If I didn't take so many pics I doubt I could do this now. Checked back into PH, airline said I had to catch the next flight which was at 6am and it wasn't direct. To get the direct at 5:30 pm would cost over $500. I know that's a fraction of a b jack hand this trip but when vacation is over, my mind flips back into frugal mode. After the alcohol wore off I tried to sleep and thought about how I screwed up, made a stupid drunk decision not to go home. Got out around midnight and thought I would play poker, drink 4 hours, not get crazy with the gambling and go home.
Saw the connecting flight was delayed and was hating it, would be stuck in Chicago a while. Got the right person on the phone who switched it to the direct at 5:30pm for a 1 cent charge. I kept drinking, wound up at a b jack table.... what a surprise. As I mentioned, this has been an awful trip for b jack, so I didn't have a good story to tell along those lines. I remember someone once said...Everybody loves a good David beats Goliath story (beating the house) but most of the time Goliath kicks the sh** out of David, nobody bothers to tell that one. Luckily, I ended up with a good story the last night.
I bought in with a small amount, 800 or 1k I believe. Played 200 a hand mostly, thought I was gonna be out quick. I mentioned earlier about my good luck inducing friend. Again, I'm not superstitious, just stitious but its been crazy how I win if she's around. I have always joked around with "lady luck" and crap like that but never actually believed it and I know that the odds don't change etc. but the run good has been crazy when she's there. During this session a sum b**ch I met at the bar earlier tried to con some money out of me. Its a long story... there's not enough caffeine in Columbia for me to tell that whole ordeal. In short, it was a big mess because he wouldn't let up. He smelled worse than the zookeeper's tennis shoes too, I remember the chair continuing to stink after he left. Crazy crap always seems to happen to me. My good luck friend was about to leave so I asked her to cut the cards. I think I may have won 90% of the hands in this shoot.
Very similar to the first hand of the trip. Double soft 18 face down, dealer gets 19, flip over the miracle. It was a crazy shoot.
Lucky friend was leaving so I said one more time, last hand of the trip. This has been successful 3 prior times(at least) so I know its due to lose. I was very drunk though and said lets go big, went with 1,500. Again, I know the odds don't change but the cut decides everything. She cut the cards again, last hand.
Last hand of the trip for a black jack was pretty dagon awesome, what a way to end it. I told her thanks, said goodbye, came back to the table a few minutes later. This guy had sat down and was playing the same shoot, asked me to play with him but I said no. He didn't even finish the shoot, he was amazed at how he seemed to lose every hand. I thought to myself that cut was for that one hand and destined to lose if I played anymore. I would have lost it all I'm sure the way I chase if I kept playing, gone down like the Titanic for sure. Colored up instead, done gambling.
I had put my initial stake back in my pocket, later on they told me I won 17k that session, crazy cause I had bet relatively low compared to the rest of the trip. Definitely needed it. Once again I am more of a degen than a "baller" I have no business playing this big. Crypto, whether it does good or bad has made me lose appreciation for a dollar and I gotta get out of that mentality. Even though overall I lost big, that was one of the coolest endings as far as the gambling aspect of any Vegas trip I've been on.
Of course I have to do the disclaimer... I don't wanna glorify gambling or drinking, I know its stupid to do and I do not recommend it for anyone. I wouldn't even post this for friends to read but they all know I do this crap (and I'm stupid) anyways.
Finally laid down around noon, maid came in at 2pm, check out time. I was still very drunk, I said dear lord no. Convinced her to let me stay til 3:30. She started cleaning as I was packing. She was a character, cut up with her for a while. We had a lot of laughs, seems the entire staff of this hotel is awesome.
On the way out, put a little on the Falcons for next year, I'll probably end up having many of these.
I was missing home but even after 2 weeks I hated leaving. I wouldn't miss the gambling, or the drinking (well...) as much as I hated leaving all the Vegas friends. It was time to go though. I had punished my body badly, lost around 16 lbs of what little muscle I had. With the adrenaline from everything, constantly being wide open, I guess I just forget to eat. Not having a fridge to go to and whatnot makes a difference too I guess. A Vegas friend texted me this later, kinda funny.
This trip there was no "popping bottles" with Drake and Rhianna, no episodes of Entourage lived out with Johnny Drama/Kevin Dillon, didn't win big or anything like that, but in a way it may have been one of the best trips I ever had. Can't really put my finger on it. As detailed as this TR was, there was plenty I left out or unable to really explain (not much of a writer)
Coming home was tough. I had obscene releases of dopamine constantly out there, I think I may have had too good of a time, and coming back was an adjustment. I went back into frugal mode, grabbed this coupon when I was at the dentist, kinda shook my head at myself when I thought about all the money I drunkenly gambled, gave away recently. I was even tipping janitors etc. when I got drunk. I'm not trying to sound like some philanthropist, but when I get drunk I just love giving away money to nice people. (employees, not random bloodsuckers) I overtip badly but there are worse ways I could blow it. An old billionaire once gave me a bunch and I guess that's what got me started. However when I'm sober....whole other story, now here I am with the coupons again.
Later I was in line at a convenient store waiting a while when a guy shakes his head, gets out of line. There is a young lady buying a pint of fortified wine, all with pennies. They said she was 30 cents short and she just stands there not moving. I said I'll give her 30 cents. In fact keep your pennies, I'll get it. Started talking to the cashier and noticed the wino was gone. She went and got another pint of fortified glory. I said what? Well, you're 30 cents light sweetie, I'd feel responsible if that extra drink I bought got you in trouble. Go get you some nabs with those pennies. She looked so disappointed and I gave in. She walked out looking happier than a bird with a french fry. That just got me thinking what a dollar should mean to me. I have no appreciation for it when I'm in Vegas and I need to straighten up.... but then again, screw it I had fun. I haven't had a drink in a over a month now, resting the liver. Ready to go back, gonna be soon. I have also decided to move to Vegas sometime this year, at least part time. That should be interesting.
Saw the connecting flight was delayed and was hating it, would be stuck in Chicago a while. Got the right person on the phone who switched it to the direct at 5:30pm for a 1 cent charge. I kept drinking, wound up at a b jack table.... what a surprise. As I mentioned, this has been an awful trip for b jack, so I didn't have a good story to tell along those lines. I remember someone once said...Everybody loves a good David beats Goliath story (beating the house) but most of the time Goliath kicks the sh** out of David, nobody bothers to tell that one. Luckily, I ended up with a good story the last night.
I bought in with a small amount, 800 or 1k I believe. Played 200 a hand mostly, thought I was gonna be out quick. I mentioned earlier about my good luck inducing friend. Again, I'm not superstitious, just stitious but its been crazy how I win if she's around. I have always joked around with "lady luck" and crap like that but never actually believed it and I know that the odds don't change etc. but the run good has been crazy when she's there. During this session a sum b**ch I met at the bar earlier tried to con some money out of me. Its a long story... there's not enough caffeine in Columbia for me to tell that whole ordeal. In short, it was a big mess because he wouldn't let up. He smelled worse than the zookeeper's tennis shoes too, I remember the chair continuing to stink after he left. Crazy crap always seems to happen to me. My good luck friend was about to leave so I asked her to cut the cards. I think I may have won 90% of the hands in this shoot.
Very similar to the first hand of the trip. Double soft 18 face down, dealer gets 19, flip over the miracle. It was a crazy shoot.
Lucky friend was leaving so I said one more time, last hand of the trip. This has been successful 3 prior times(at least) so I know its due to lose. I was very drunk though and said lets go big, went with 1,500. Again, I know the odds don't change but the cut decides everything. She cut the cards again, last hand.
Last hand of the trip for a black jack was pretty dagon awesome, what a way to end it. I told her thanks, said goodbye, came back to the table a few minutes later. This guy had sat down and was playing the same shoot, asked me to play with him but I said no. He didn't even finish the shoot, he was amazed at how he seemed to lose every hand. I thought to myself that cut was for that one hand and destined to lose if I played anymore. I would have lost it all I'm sure the way I chase if I kept playing, gone down like the Titanic for sure. Colored up instead, done gambling.
I had put my initial stake back in my pocket, later on they told me I won 17k that session, crazy cause I had bet relatively low compared to the rest of the trip. Definitely needed it. Once again I am more of a degen than a "baller" I have no business playing this big. Crypto, whether it does good or bad has made me lose appreciation for a dollar and I gotta get out of that mentality. Even though overall I lost big, that was one of the coolest endings as far as the gambling aspect of any Vegas trip I've been on.
Of course I have to do the disclaimer... I don't wanna glorify gambling or drinking, I know its stupid to do and I do not recommend it for anyone. I wouldn't even post this for friends to read but they all know I do this crap (and I'm stupid) anyways.
Finally laid down around noon, maid came in at 2pm, check out time. I was still very drunk, I said dear lord no. Convinced her to let me stay til 3:30. She started cleaning as I was packing. She was a character, cut up with her for a while. We had a lot of laughs, seems the entire staff of this hotel is awesome.
On the way out, put a little on the Falcons for next year, I'll probably end up having many of these.
I was missing home but even after 2 weeks I hated leaving. I wouldn't miss the gambling, or the drinking (well...) as much as I hated leaving all the Vegas friends. It was time to go though. I had punished my body badly, lost around 16 lbs of what little muscle I had. With the adrenaline from everything, constantly being wide open, I guess I just forget to eat. Not having a fridge to go to and whatnot makes a difference too I guess. A Vegas friend texted me this later, kinda funny.
This trip there was no "popping bottles" with Drake and Rhianna, no episodes of Entourage lived out with Johnny Drama/Kevin Dillon, didn't win big or anything like that, but in a way it may have been one of the best trips I ever had. Can't really put my finger on it. As detailed as this TR was, there was plenty I left out or unable to really explain (not much of a writer)
Coming home was tough. I had obscene releases of dopamine constantly out there, I think I may have had too good of a time, and coming back was an adjustment. I went back into frugal mode, grabbed this coupon when I was at the dentist, kinda shook my head at myself when I thought about all the money I drunkenly gambled, gave away recently. I was even tipping janitors etc. when I got drunk. I'm not trying to sound like some philanthropist, but when I get drunk I just love giving away money to nice people. (employees, not random bloodsuckers) I overtip badly but there are worse ways I could blow it. An old billionaire once gave me a bunch and I guess that's what got me started. However when I'm sober....whole other story, now here I am with the coupons again.
Later I was in line at a convenient store waiting a while when a guy shakes his head, gets out of line. There is a young lady buying a pint of fortified wine, all with pennies. They said she was 30 cents short and she just stands there not moving. I said I'll give her 30 cents. In fact keep your pennies, I'll get it. Started talking to the cashier and noticed the wino was gone. She went and got another pint of fortified glory. I said what? Well, you're 30 cents light sweetie, I'd feel responsible if that extra drink I bought got you in trouble. Go get you some nabs with those pennies. She looked so disappointed and I gave in. She walked out looking happier than a bird with a french fry. That just got me thinking what a dollar should mean to me. I have no appreciation for it when I'm in Vegas and I need to straighten up.... but then again, screw it I had fun. I haven't had a drink in a over a month now, resting the liver. Ready to go back, gonna be soon. I have also decided to move to Vegas sometime this year, at least part time. That should be interesting.
Last edited by arthurbach; 03-21-2018 at 11:00 PM.
03-28-2018
, 12:14 AM
