Bad news is that I couldn't find the postcard that gave me the episode number for the Judge Joe Brown episode. I did, however, find the binding arbitration agreement I had to sign. I don't know if it's interesting enough to post here but I will if there's enough interest (and if I can figure out how to edit my name off of this thing). Plus, I can set my DVR to start recording the show. With any luck it'll be shown as a rerun soon.
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Originally Posted by foatie
This was such a great read. This really makes me want to rekindle my blog thread, but unfortunately I lost a cell phone with over 1500 photos and notes in it.
I'm pretty sure I've run into you at some point playing locally, especially if you've ever played at the Orleans or Rio. Thanks for sharing your story.
Start up a new thread and take new pictures! There's always time to create new memories.
As for playing against each other - almost definitely yes. I've played more of the Orleans tournaments than I care to count. I don't play cash there too often. The cash games feel way too nitty and dull for my taste.
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Originally Posted by bobboufl11
Great stories. You've inspired me to start a $1 chip collection on my upcoming Vegas trip.
Excellent. They're cool, cheap little mementos, plus you can get a frame specifically built for chip collectors at the Gambler's General Store (or online if you're boring). If you're willing to go to $5, a lot of places will do rare chips and short runs for special events in town (NFR, every New Years, special celebrity engagements), hotel anniversaries, etc. Not saying that they'll increase in value exponentially. Instead of displaying the same $1 chip that everyone gets, you could have a collection of $5 chips that all say "Limited run of 1000" or something.
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Originally Posted by Da_Nit
Hey op just curious what's your master in? You don't have to answer if you do not feel comfortable. You've shared plenty, just curious?
Oh I don't care. There's only one other person in my program who could even remotely possibly check these forums. His laptop died in May.
I finished the Master's in Public Administration back in 2014. This program is the PhD in Public Policy and Leadership. There's a chance I'll transfer over to law school either during or after this program, but we'll see. If I graduated from law school, it might give me a better chance of winning an argument in my own ****ing house, but that's neither here nor there.
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Also do you have any vices other than loose women, food and diet dr. Pepper? Like do you dump money in vp, craps or bj? Hear stories about locals with these vices. Once again feel free to ignore my question.
If any of these apply let's grind craps together at Jerrys nugget or hit up vp at MSS or something.
My wife describes my former behavior of finding these women thusly: I was acting as "Captain Save-a-ho". I think there's some merit to that.
I'm not adverse to gambling at all. Blackjack isn't my thing (I almost wrote "BJ isn't my thing" but we all know that's not the case am I right guys?!? Giggity) but I've been known to shoot dice or play video poker. Actually if I'm going to play a table game, my first stop is almost always Pai Gow. But I'm up for whatever. I don't typically go out and seek out table games on any kind of nightly/weekly basis (I used to, but not anymore). It's usually a planned out night with my friends that leads to throwing some money on a table. Or after my wife's company Christmas party at the Wynn, we sat around and played Pai Gow until about 5am with a few of her co-workers. What are the stakes at Jerry's anway? Been a long time since I went up that way.
As for other other vices - I learned relatively young that I can't do things I like a little bit. I could bore you with the story about how 12 year old me went to a water park and how that trip saved my adult life. Maybe I'll use that as filler at some point.
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Originally Posted by El Diablo
Spike,
Awesome thread.
Adding to the long list of stuff people would like to hear you write about, I'll put in a request for how you went from being married to a trainwreck prostitute to a high-powered attorney. I'm assuming this is not the woman you moved in with right after your breakup.
I told my wife you asked this question, and she said, "Well, I was dropped on my head quite a bit. I'm clearly suffering from CTE." Thanks, dear.
This is not the girl that adopted Beans/that I met immediately after the ex-wife moved out. The time line was roughly:
Dec 2008: Ex-wife moves out
Feb 2009: Meet next girl
Aug 2011: Break up with that girl
June 2012: Meet current wife
Nov 2015: Married
Once the ex-wife moved out, I moved in with other girl (I forget what fake name I used for her - Jamie maybe?). She was de facto moved in but still had her own apartment. When her lease was up, we went looking for apartments, but the apartment was supposed to just be for her. When my house sold at short-sale, I moved in to her apartment.
That lease expired on Christmas Day, 2010, so we decided to rent a house together. When we broke up in August 2011, we still had another four months left on the lease. I moved into one of the guest rooms. Things should have been really awkward between us, but they really weren't. We went back to being good friends, and we still are to this day. The wife and I have gone on double dates with her and her new boyfriend. I attended her graduation last month. I've been a reference for her with jobs. I really do want her to do well. And she's on her way to doing great things.
Around September 2011, my buddy in Boston was using OkCupid quite a bit to meet women. He kept sending me profiles of girls he wanted to message, but always asked my opinion. I was sick of having limited/no access, so I created an account. I didn't put anything serious on it. I think my tag line was "I'm the fat Blues Brother, minus the alcoholism".
I honestly forget who messaged who first, but I started talking to the wife on there in about May 2012. We had our first date in June which, frankly, I thought I blew it. It was at one of the food truck festivals in front of the El Cortez downtown, then we kinda wandered up and down Fremont. We became exclusive not too long thereafter, but kind of held off on moving in together. She had never lived with a guy before, and I wanted to make sure I wasn't just jumping right back into a ****storm. Once those fears were alleviated, we signed a lease on a house in March 2014 and things have been great ever since. We've had a couple of little spats, and we've agreed to never talk politics in the house again. We agree on quite a bit, but when we disagree, neither of us will let it go.
I've been a serial monogamist my entire life, with special periods of being a cheating piece of **** and a terrible boyfriend. Eh, I was young, horny, and in a band. I wasn't strong enough to say "No" to whatever random hanger-on came around.
Alright, I owe you degenerates a couple of pics:
After work on Monday, I decided to swing over to Arizona Charlie's to check one more room off my list. It's not too far from work, and my wife was working late. I figured I would check it out. I actually lived right around the corner from here a while back, but would typically go to Texas Station, or to the Suncoast or Rampart to gamble.
One thing I don't like to do - I don't like to be "That guy" who walks in to a place talking on his phone. Plus I need the phone to take pictures. I was talking to my dad when I pulled in the parking lot so I just decided to stay there while we were finishing the conversation. A truck backed in to the spot next to me without issue, then "BAM! BAM!" I look up like "What the ****?" and realize that both the driver and the back seat passenger had opened their doors directly into the side of my car. Their friend who was sitting shotgun came over, looked at what happened, and moved on with their lives.
So I'm in a bit of a pickle. I don't want to just let it go, but there are three of them. And all three look like they could cause a problem if they wanted to. I could have popped out just to look at the car and make sure there was no damage, but if they went on the offensive, what could I do about it? Sigh. I figure - my car is a bit beat up anyway. Do I really need to start **** over yet another dent? Probably not. I hang up with my dad and look. There's maybe one tiny scrape, otherwise everything looks okay. Maybe that's the best-case scenario. No damage to give me an ulcer, and I can brush off the scrape and not feel like I've been "wronged".
There are actually two Arizona Charlie's locations in town. One on Boulder Highway, one on N. Decatur between Charleston and Alta. Only the N. Decatur location has a poker room, which brings me here.
The doors open and I'm hit with a cloud of smoke. There's clearly never been an attempt made to circulate fresh air into this place. This nicotine hot-box of a casino is dark, dingy, and beat to ****. As I walk in, there's an announcement made:
"Attention poker players! Immediate seating for 4/8 limit hold 'em! Minimum buy-in is..." There was an emphysema-laded cough next to me, so I missed the buy-in amount, but start looking around for the room. Surprisingly, it's on my immediate right, next to the sports book:
Three tables, and only one going. And as I quickly noticed, they allow smoking at the table. I don't have my inhaler. I chicken out and decide not to take a seat. My lungs breathe a sigh of relief. I wander around for a minute, then decide to leave before the damage is irreversible.
Tonight may be boring but I should be able to get in a little grind after work tomorrow. I also told my wife there's about a 20% chance I'm going to ragequit my job this afternoon. Stay tuned.