Last night I forgot to bring my buyins with me, and I got knocked down early to a hundo and had to hit the ATM. I use a casino ATM once or twice a year, and on every single visit I am cut off by Bank of America.
B of A texted me, asking if I was trying to take $400 out. I replied yes and was then texted that everything was fine, and told that I could go back and try the transaction again. This time I tried $500, and I was denied. I have $10k in that particular checking account.
I texted B of A a long screed with a lot of F words in it, one of them being Fargo, as in Wells Fargo. They replied that I had already replied to them, and that any further texting would be useless.
I have a Chinese knockoff Android phone from ZTE. It's actually a great phone for everything except for making and receiving phone calls: the speaker is too dim, and there's no way to adjust it. I was in Planet Hollywood at 2AM, which is the opposite of a quiet place.
I played on for a little while with my eensy hundo stack, until I was close to steaming. I could feel my face getting red, so I hopped up and cashed out.
2p2er FWWM (aka Fire), a Bavarian and a gentleman, was playing at another table at PH. I told him I'd take him out and show him how the locals get their drink on at 3AM, and he was amenable. While he was playing his orbit out, I was able to find a small cone of relative quiet near the bathrooms. I called up B of A, ironed everything out, and got $500 out of the machine.
Off to Ellis Island Casino and Brewery, where Fire and I drank pints of every one of their house brew offerings--priced at $2.50 a pint--with the single exception of their light beer because **** light beer.
We had a good talk and finished drinking them all around five-ish, maybe?
Now here I am on New Years Eve afternoon. I've expressed some interest in this blog around playing tonight, to see if people tighten up after midnight as Mike Caro has asserted, but after hearing a dealer describe what the 2019 version of New Years in Las Vegas will entail, I now have zero interest in going down to the Strip for it.
My last New Years in Las Vegas was with my bookstore friends in 2001 or 2002 or...2003--it's fuzzy. Las Vegas Boulevard was closed to traffic, there was a banging fireworks show coordinated from a half-dozen properties, and we walked from casino to casino, even once catching a glimpse of Huey Lewis throwing the dice at Caesars Palace. It was a good night.
According to a dealer at Harrahs, this year they're barricading off the casinos; you'll need to show your room key to get in. Who wants to walk up and down a single street with barricades on both sides?
Harrahs and Planet Hollywood: 4 hours:
(-$378)