I just got back from a new casino, for me, the Cherokee Roland. It's not a bad venue. I played a very short session due to my table breaking and getting put on the list for the only other table running. That is just something that I guess one has to put up with playing at a smaller venue. I will do a session recap tomorrw, or whatever I can cobble out of the minimum amount of time that I played.
On a side note, a Caddyshack machine caught my eye on the way to the card room and I said to myself, by God, I am playing that machine win, lose or draw in the poker room.
Well, I wrap the short session in the poker room and head to the nearby bar...duh. I grab a fabulously priced , Tall, Sam Adams Summer Lager $4. Tasted similar to a shandy, very good flavor. I the guy next to me if he is playing the VP machine he is near. He says no. I strike up a conversation with the guy and run my $20 up to $26.25. I have my new friend sweating my action as I was dealt trip 3's and let him know I am racking out if we bink quads. No quads but the rungood continued to get me at the mark I cashed out. New pal is amused that I am taking delight in having paid for my beer and tip within a couple of seconds of play.
I actually have a solid conversation with my new friend. He shed some light on the reality that people can genuinely enjoy 9-5 style work. He was a general laborer of sorts, but I could see the relish in his eyes as spoke to me of his proficiency in painting pre-fab materials. Dude was solid, and I wouldn't mind drinking with homie again. Just seemed like a stand-up fellow.
Flash forward to the end of my beer, and I tell him my plans for winning at the Caddyshack machine. I tell them that if I smash a win, I am gonna be back to by him a beer.
I get in a little deeper on the CS machine than anticipated, but I rallied hard...
I am out for
+$160. I just shaved my beard in favor of the Stache. Mustache rungood, please be real.
Anyway, I head back to the bar, but my compatriot just split, per the lovely young bar winch. C'est la vie. I valued enough the serendipity of seeing my lucky machine en route to the poker room. I will get him a beer next time.
Moral of the story, always rally hard. And have a Mustache.