Atlantic City: October 2016 Day 2

I awoke this morning to the sound of the housekeeper’s unique cell phone ring (she must have been cleaning the room next door and left her phone in the cart outside the door.  That cell phone must have been running on nuclear power as the sound penetrated the door of room and into my eardrum.  Oh well, have to get up at sometime, right?

Grabbed an iced skinny vanilla latte and ate a protein bar while relaxing.

Now fully caffeinated, I decided to step outside and get some fresh air by walking around the marina — however, it was drizzling so my walk was shortened as I was sans umbrella:

I went to the rewards kiosk as there is a free crock pot giveaway today that I promised my parents I would get for them — such a good son — awwwwww 😉

But, alas, the vouchers are not available until noon — I will surely keep everyone updated on this all important giveaway.

I was walking towards the sky ridge connecting the casino to the Chart House restaurant (wanted to see if it was still raining) and, as I looked to my left, I noticed something that wasn’t there in any of my previous trips:

Located by the showroom, rhis must be some fancy-schmancy hotel within a hotel for ultra high rollers (you know who you are lol).
Sat down to play with a dealer I like but, as soon as she finished shuffling, she moved to the next table — started off with a win followed by a dealer blackjack and three hands in a row of losing by one  —  not to be outdone, I came back winning by one on two hands in a row — I then pressed and was dealt a 2,7 v dealer 3, which I doubled and was dealt a 2 — the dealer turned over an 8 and you just knew the 10 would be next and, naturally, it was — the very next hand I was dealt a 9,2 v dealer 6, doubled and drew an Ace ughhhhh — you know where this hand went

By midshoe I had dropped 400 and was still up for the trip 1150 — I was then dealt a blackjack and rode the roller coaster for the next quarter of a shoe and finally hit a nice run towards the end, including actually getting dealt an Ace on a 4,6 double where he dealer ended up with a 20.

Trip is now +1800

After relaxing a bit I headed to the tables again – the high limit room was not crowded at all – today, at least, only 3 of the 6 tables were reserved — they had one $50 game and all the other $100

Perhaps people are not heading out in the rain today…maybe they will show up after dinner…maybe they heard I was here and didn’t want to deal with yet another jackass in the high limit room 😛

I sat down to play and made it halfway through the shoe before Instarted to feel lightheaded – I had not really eaten much today and I am having an early dinner with parents so, I stopped to get a snack $300 to the good.  

Trip is +2100 and I actually thought about getting his giant donut for a snack but had some baked Cheetos instead.

I then headed to pick up the tickets for A Bronx Tale (including a meet and greet with Chaz Palminteri) for my parents:

Ohhhhhh the crockpot voucher was finally available at the kiosk:

Had dinner (chicken parm with penne) then had some peanut butter cup gelato:

Then, the evening became very stressful as I spent an hour on the phone dealing with some family drama for an upcoming event and then another hour calling/texting/emailing with a client about various issues from “the difference between actually scanning a document as a PDF versus taking a photo of the document with a cell phone”; “the difference between a scheduled date for a trial to begin and when the trial might actually, if ever, begin”; and attempting to explain that when “I told you to be aggressive and include all truthful allegations in your affidavit, no matter how embarrassing to your ex because your ex will do the same and might even make things up”–that I was speaking from experience as an attorney–but, you said your ex “would never stoop to the level of lying in her affidavit” (which she did) and now you are pissed at the situation because you failed to follow your attorney’s advice–buckle up cowboy and listen to me!!!

I think I might be done playing for the night.

Atlantic City: October 2016 Day 1

I set out this morning for a weekend sojourn to Atlantic City.  I have not been to AC since my trip with my buddy Slim Jim back in August.  

On the Belt Parkway this morning, a car was pulled over on the shoulder – no big deal – however, there was a guy wearing golf shoes, pants and windbreaker standing on a patch of grass approximately 30’x40′ practicing his short game.  was he fed up with traffic? would he eventually start driving balls into traffic? is there no better place to practice chipping?

The traffic opened up and I eventually made my way down to AC

All checked in, I checked my comp dollars, which registered $0.00.  I made my way over to the 24karat rewards desk and asked why I was at a zero balance.  They informed me I was actually at a -$72 balance (How can I owe them comp dollars?)

I then proceeded to show them an email I received stating I could now use comp dollars from any Golden Nugget property at any other Golden Nugget property.  As I knew I had over $80 in comp dollars at GNLV, I asked why that was not showing up in my account.  Cue the fine print as, apparently, other GN property comp dollars can only be used at restaurants AND only if you have that property’s card with you.  The comp dollars are only universally applicable if you have your other GN property cards wih you – I don’t know about you, but I don’t carry my GNLV card when I go to AC — this is something MLIFE and TotalRewards get right – universal use of your card – please catch up GN.

After clearing this up I made my way to the blackjack tables as a $25 match play coupon was burning a hole in my pocket.  I played through one shoe, was not dealt any splits or doubles but was dealt two blackjacks.  As the shoe ended my phone rang and I decided to take the call and end the session.

Trip is +600.

Had some Chinese food for dinner and decided to sit down to play some cards.

Pushed the first hand

Lost the next 9

Surrendered 16 v King

Lost the next 5

Won 2

Lost the next 6

Won 2

Lost the next 7

Won a split 8,8

Lost next 4

Pushed last 3

Dropped 1600 that shoe, leaving me -1k for the trip

Started new shoe with a dealer change – winning 6 out of 7 doubles – but losing every time I pressed – all in all though – not too bad as I regained 900 of the 1k

Dealer change again for some reason – new dealer comes in Hurricane Matthew style:







I switch tables and play the roller coaster until the final hand of the shoe where I have 200 up and get 2,2 v dealer 7

Split dealt another 2

First 2: 10, Queen

Second 2: 3,4,5,7

Third 2: 5, 5, 5

Dealer turns over an Ace for 18

At this point I was down 2050 for the trip – ughhhhh

Once again the dream of a relaxing weekend playing blackjack gives way to the stress of the normal work week lol

The blackjack gods began to smile upon me as I once again went on a tear of winning doubles (4 of the next 5 — on pressed bets too!)

By the time I finished my conversation with the pit boss about the newest Trump gossip, I had fought my way back to +250–which is where I stand now as I have an iced skinny vanilla latte and listen to the dulcet tones of “Two for the Road” in the Rush Lounge

After a brief respite I returned to the tables – got a beautiful run to start the shoe- won the first 3, pushed a few, won a couple and played some back and forth until the end of the shoe where, after some strategically pressed bets, picked up another 1k

No real stand out hands during the shoe – just the dealer actually breaking on 14-15-16s

Trip is +1250

Meanwhile, guy at the table next to me was playing three hands at a time, between 5k and 10k per hand – I was only there for a few minutes but, he did not appear to be a happy camper – hope it turns for him


Took a seat at a blackjack table and excused myself to the restroom while the dealer shuffled – by the time I returned, two other people had taken seats (although only one of them was going to play) and, just after the cards were cut, a gentleman sat at third base — the shoe began and we were all doing fairly well, however, a client was calling so I had take the call — maybe it was meant to be as, by that point I was up another 300 — hunger has now taken over and I am grabbing something to eat

Trip is now +1550

As I enter a food coma, I am calling it a night lol

Ohhhh, before I forget — if you recall, earlier in this post, that I was apparently -$72 comp dollars – well, upon further investigation, this is actually true and, as I accrue comp dollars in the future, they will count towards my “repayment” of the “owed” comp dollars…as such, based on my play today, I have “recouped” approximately $20 comp dollars and now only owe GNAC $52 comp dollars — got to love casino marketing 🙄

Rant: Dating (again)

As you might recall from my last post about dating (or, should I say, attempting to date in 2016), I had subscribed to an online dating platform.  I am no longer subscribed thereto as the only responses I received were solicitations for money or “gifts”.

An acquaintance told me that I should perhaps try the dating app “Bumble”, where, once a woman and you both “swipe right” (which means that you “like” one another’s profiles), the woman is the only one that can actually initiate the conversation (and, she must do so within 24 hours or the connection disappears).

So, the first few days I swiped according to which profiles I sincerely liked.  About two days in I received my first match.  As the time ticked (showing how much time was left of the 24 hours in which the woman had to initiate communication), I had not received a message from my “match” – about 23 hours had vanished from the clock and I received the following message from my “match”:

The message merely stated:  If you are interested in meeting, please respond with what type of “tribute” you are willing to part with.

I am no Einstein but I am pretty sure that “tribute”, in Internet parlance, means money or some sort of remuneration.

Moving on.

The next morning I awoke to another “match” and another message, which stated: Are you a “generous” guy on dates?

Once again, I have nothing on Einstein but I am sure this was another solicitation for money, cash, shekels, semolinas, duckets, etc.

Hmmm maybe I was not casting a wide enough net — maybe my ‘hooker radar’ was “off”. I decided to try an experiment – I would swipe right to every single profile that appeared on the Bumble app.  I have been doing that for the past three days.

In three days, after swiping right, without any discrimination, to literally hundreds and hundreds of profiles, I received one response, to wit:  Are you willing to $$$poil me?

Yes, this woman actually used the dollar sign to replace the letter “s” in the word spoil — not only did she use the dollar sign, she put three of them – I wonder if this is similar to restaurant guides that inform the reader how expensive a restaurant is by putting a certain number of dollar signs in the listing?

I am not sure if it is just me or if this is happening to all men in this day and age.

Vegas: August 2016 Day 9

Whenever someone from the room next door left, the sound the door made sounded just like the crickety closet doors in the room – I kept thinking someone was in my room – maybe they were, who knows – could’ve been a ghost 👻

Getting my caffeine on right now ☕️ and going to take charge of the day ahead.

I decided to take my talents to Planet Hollywood and this happened:

Through sheer determination and perseverance, I made it to the Total Rewards counter and received my replacement card – however, I was told I could become a Platinum VIP by signing up for a Total Rewards Visa card – thanks but no thanks.

I made my way to the PH High Limit room and bought in for 1600 (the dealer and floorperson thought it an “odd” amount to buy-in with but, who cares – they were friendly and the dealer’s favorite movie, according to his name tag, was “Rush Hour”) — I alternated wins and losses on each successive hand until I finally made a double and a couple wins in a row — then I stopped – the dealer remarked “why stop now, you’ve ONLY won $400” – my reply to him was “Sir, you have the honor of giving me the final $400 I needed to get back to even for this trip” – the floorperson looked over and as she smiled, said, “Get the hell out of here,” motioning for me to get up and enjoy my day.

Trip is now EVEN STEVEN!!! 🎉👍🇺🇸

I enjoy walking the Strip each time I’m in Vegas to check out the sights, see what’s new and just some fun people watching.

Some pics from my Monday stroll:

Apparently, a “gastropub” is a thing:

‘O solo mio:

Congrats to Duncan on his purchase of the Predator sculpture (wonder if Banquo bought one too):

One if by land, two if by sea:

Palazzo escalator decor:


Wynn dancing fountains:

Wynn carousel:

Balloon of luxury:

I am what I am:

Mirage for @tippingoddslv

The Caesars Palace fountains:

Met my cousin to try out Wahlburgers — ordered Dad’s Basic Burger with a side of tater tots – not even close to the flavor and taste of Shake Shack with Shake Shack being less expensive to boot.

Walking back from early dinner:

Now, the question remains, should I play anymore this trip now that I’ve gotten back to even…?

I will ponder that while getting myself caffeinated.


My buddy that lives in Vegas texted me and he wants to play some three card poker BUT, only wants to play where there are “hot dealers” – I wonder if that would be his concern if he was a blackjack player staring down the barrel of 6:5 blackjacks, hitting soft 17, doubling only 10 or 11…?


Just met up with my buddy for a late dinner at Holsteins in the Cosmopolitan – pretty good – but still love Shake Shack.

Headed to Aria, chatted with some dealers and floor people and now buddy is playing VP at the Lift bar and I’m watching tennis.

I think I am done for the day as for gambling (even though I only gambled today for a total of about 5 minutes) and have not decided yet if I am done for the trip – breaking even from where I was felt amazing – just would be nice to get a win.

Either way, I’m going to sleep on it.

Sweet dreams.

Pic for @snickers99poker

Vegas: August 2016 Day 8

Woke up.


Checked out of Aria.

Debated playing before heading to Monte Carlo.

“Playing” won the debate.

Sat down at a shoe game.

Pushed four 20s.

But won 550.

Trip is now -1950.

Heading to Monte Carlo.

“Warm smell of colitas…rising up through the air”

That describes the situation as I walked down the hall to my room at the Monte Carlo — glaucoma patients would do well to hang out in this hallway.

The room:

Showered and feeling refreshed, I made my way to the Starbucks between Monte Carlo and Aria and caffeinated myself.

Arrived at Aria and checked my tier points – apparently I need 71k more to maintain Platinum – I told the guy I didn’t think I’d get 71k tier points in 2 days but he said “the points really add up if you make purchases in addition to gaming” – I’ll keep that in mind lol

Sat down to a double deck game and was greeted with a blackjack – I then saw one of the players from the table last night that was also attempting to make a comeback – she advised me she had won “a little bit” back but still had a way to go – I wished her continued success and resumed my game.  A few hands later I was dealt another blackjack, won a double, pressed a couple of hands and by shuffle’s end, I had regained 700.

As such, the trip is now -1250 

Took a break and eventually made my way back to the tables – had a good conversation about Aria squeezing the black chip players out of the High Limit Lounge and their wanting $300min and higher only in there – let’s see how that works out…

Sat down to a double deck game with the hope of regaining some chips – without much fanfare, by the end of the shuffle, I had regained another 400

Trip is now -850

I will never understand it in a million years why people think adding in an extra hand to “change the cards” is the “right thing to do” – unless you have X-Ray vision, how do you know that adding in an extra hand will help you and, if you know that it will, why aren’t you going “all in” on that very next hand???

Which leads me to sitting down and winning the first two hands of a 6D shoe and losing the third hand to a dealer blackjack while the guy at first base pushed two hands and lost to the dealer blackjack — he decides that “because the dealer had a blackjack” that the “order of the cards needed to change” — of course, he continued to push and lose while I traded sides and lost two splits and two other hands — I switched tables to a double deck game and recouped what I had just lost at the man with X-Ray vision’s table.

Trip is still -850

Just saw a guy win the LUCKY LUCKY side bet at Aria with a suited 678…$25 bet paid 100:1 congrats guy!!! 🎉

Sat down, played 5 hands of double deck and gained two black chips–however, it seems this one floorperson is becoming annoyed with me that I keep hitting and running (even the dealer mentioned it but then made an excuse for her that she “just got back from vacation and probably doesn’t want to be here right now” — oh well

Trip is -650

I made my way back to the Monte Carlo for a shower and shave — feeling refreshed I grabbed an iced Starbuck’s at Aria and sat down to a double deck game.  Without much fanfare, I picked up another 250.

Trip is -400

My cousin was over at Planet Hollywood watching some games so I joined him for a bit then hit the ABC store for some snacks and made my way back through Crystals and Aria, had a burger at Johnny Rockets, and relaxed in the room.

I’ve made the executive decision to call it a night, watch tv, relax and start the day fresh tomorrow.

To reiterate, the trip is now only -400

Sweet dreams.

Vegas: August 2016 Day 7

Had trouble falling asleep last night and had some weird dreams but can’t really remember much about them.  Oh well, back to Vegas.

I headed over to the Miracle Mile shops in the surprisingly refreshing weather outside – naturally, the escalators were not operating from the bridge connecting Cosmopolitan to Planet Hollywood – neither on the way there not the way back.  Had a couple of blueberry vanilla cashew Kind bars and am ready to win!

If you recall, MLIFE informed me I had $9 free slot play on my card – so I attempted to play it and could not get it to work – asked an MLIFE clerk and they didn’t know why it wasn’t working so they called over a supervisor who then informed me that the free slot play is only activated at $10 and above (naturally)

Feeling dejected (lol), I sauntered over to the blackjack pit and sat down to play with one of my favorite dealers to chat with–I lost the first 5 of 6 hands then Pushed a blackjack, followed by a dealer blackjack–then split 8,8 with a double on one for 21 and a 17 on the other – dealer 21 (net loss) – then, I get dealt a double down on 9 and get an Ace – I was just about to tell the dealer not to congratulate me but it was too late – she was already saying “Nice!!!” so I stood up and told her I was switching tables because she was going to get a 21 – she had a 6 turns over another 6 then draws the 9 OF COURSE!

I then switched tables down another 1200 (2900 for the trip) and, got the entire 1200 back plus another 100 in one double deck shuffle.

The pattern of having to lose thousands in order to make up hundreds is becoming all too real.

Trip is now -1600

I swear there is a pattern – it has occurred too many times for it not to be…I pretty much lose the first 5 hands of any shoe/shuffle and then when I finally get a double down (the latest example being Ace, 5 versus dealer 6 — I was dealt a 5 for 21 and the dealer congratulated me – of course, dealer turns over a 5 then draws a Queen) I lose or push it then proceed to go down ± 1k before regaining it plus another ½chip to 2 chips.

Trip is now -1550

This really is becoming ridiculous now – sat down to a double deck game, lost the first 5 hands, pushed a hand, then lost the final 5 — switched tables without winning a hand and the trip back to -2550

The shoe game started out nicely with a win but then, the blackjack gods couldn’t stand for that to happen again, so I lost the next 3 hands plus a double.  As the pattern has been, winning a few hands to start a shoe has not been in the cards (pun intended).  It is not until I am down to a couple chips of my buy-in that I get on any run – which merely brings me back to my buy-in — which, once again, happened here.

Trip was back to -1550 as I took a pizza break…
Satiated from the pizza, I continued my journey back to even and beyond, sitting down at a double deck game – on the first hand, I was dealt a 5,6 v dealer 10 – still gunshy, I doubles for less and was dealt a 5 for a 16 — dealer turned over a 6 -whoa, I had a chance – nope, dealer draws a 5

Per the usual, I lost the next four hands and decided to switch tables.

At the new game, I won 6 out of 10 by shuffle’s end.  Another 300 (slow and steady)

Trip is -1250

Normally, when a floorperson tells me that I should play at a certain table because the dealer is “dumping” – I merely assume the dealer will cease “dumping” as soon as I sit down (a la the “shoe of the century” I watched being played the other day followed by my sitting down and the shoe becoming the “perfect storm” instead).  However, this time I listened and was rewarded, by the end of the shuffle, with 500 in chips to the good.

I then shot the bull with another dealer who told me a guy at his table earlier was down about 10k betting 100-500/hand – the guy, apparently fed up with the situation, decided to put up 10k and either break even or lose his entire bankroll – well, the guy won!  It can be done lol

As for now, the trip is -750

I just met Barry the bulldog – 13 years old – laying down and refusing to get up from the marble casino floor due to overheating and being tired

The owners basically just standing there waiting for him to recuperate – don’t know why they are walking a bulldog in Vegas


My cousin texted me that his plane was on the ground so I was waiting for him before playing again but, after an hour I decided to play again – naturally, after a few hands he texted me he was here – fortunately, I had gained another 200 by then and the trip was now only -550

I kept cashing in the chips gained after each buy-in so I could feel my original cash bankroll attaining its former glory.  So each time I did I was assisted by the same cashier who would ask me “How close?” and telling me “You can do it!” Reminds me of the interaction between Richard Dreyfuss as a horseplayer and Robbie Coltrane as the parimutuel clerk in the movie Let It Ride

The High Limit Lounge at Aria is all 1k/hand minimum tonight:


Fast forward three hours:

I am feeling kind of numb right now – I guess I’ll begin at the beginning – my cousin arrived and I got him settled in – we then headed down to the casino – being only down 550 for the trip, I felt confident and positive that I could get back to even and then start winning…

I sat down and bought in at 6d game for 1k — won the first hand woohoo on my way

Second hand I had 200 up and was dealt 6,5 v dealer 6 — I doubled and was dealt a 5 for 16 — the dealer flipped over a Queen – OMG if I win I’ll be even for the trip and celebrate with a nice dinner and relaxation —

the dealer draws a 5 for 21










Rather than being even, I proceeded to be dealt 5 more doubles that shoe and lost them all – by the end of the shoe I was back to being down 2k

My cousin couldn’t believe it and neither could I so I switched tables to a double deck game – I was playing along with a couple who was already there who continually asked the dealer how to play their hands – the dealer was not knowledgeable at all – however they continued to win and I continued to lose – finally, the couple left and I was playing head’s up

Heard some noise behind me and the guys from those old Dockers commercials come to life had descended upon the table — they were merely watching at this point – I was dealt a double down of 2,9 v dealer 10 – the dealer told me if I double that I would win – of course, I did not win and told the dealer to leave my chip where it was, that she had guaranteed a win –  the floorperson I’m friendly with told me to relax and just play and all of a sudden, who chimes in from behind is one of the Dockers guys who thought it was his job to become Mr. Helper and start telling me to calm down and that if I knew anything about how to play blackjack that I wouldn’t be arguing that the dealer guaranteed  – I told him he had no idea what my level of familiarity was with the dealer and it was none of his business – he replied that he knew “everything there was to know about blackjack” – I rolled my eyes and resumed playing

Moments later, Mr. Helper and one of his buddies sat down to play, flanking me on my left and right– things were ok until Mr. helper doubled a 5,4 versus a 3 and was dealt a 10 — I was dealt a 10,2 and hit – all of a sudden I heard the wail of Mr. Helper yelling that nobody who knows blackjack hits a 12 versus 3 — I said nothing and the dealer corrected him – he told the dealer she was wrong and he called the floorperson over who informed him 12 v 3 is a hit — Mr. Helper refused to listen but, after he won the hand (with the help of my making the correct play) his friends tagged him and he had nothing to say…

I eventually switched tables, this time -3300 for the trip–in the next shoe, ran into a guy playing who would celebrate every time he didn’t busy and inform other players they should be happy when dealt a certain card – naturally, he was always wrong and I soon tired of his act, albeit another 1k down with the trip now -4500

I switched tables yet again and joined a lady playing who informed me she was down 12k –  I told her I’ve beenthisclosetoeven twice and got derailed by ridiculous shoes

Finally finally I was able to win more than one hand in a row – I even won a few double downs – however, a strange thing happened – I had the following hand:

2,2 v dealer 6

Split the 2s

First 2: dealt a 7, doubled and dealt a 3

Second 2: dealt an Ace, doubled and dealt a 9

the lady at the table was dealt a 16 and stayed

the dealer turned over an Ace for 17 but mistakenly kept hitting and busted (it was a non hit soft 17 table)

as we were getting paid he realized his mistake and he called the floorperson over -the floorperson said to just burn the cards he pulled and play the hand as a 17

Well, the roller coaster of emotions from our respective losses overtook us and the lady and I both called for the floorperson to reconsider and let the hand play as it was (admittedly, we were both “taking a shot”) – the shift manager came over to discuss it with us and he graciously allowed us to just take our original bets back – no harm no foul and very classy move (typical of Aria)

From there I was able to get a few more chips back and, although I never made it to even, I did dig myself back from being down 5k again to being down 2500 (think I have another comeback in me?)

Sweet dreams.