The annual "sit on the couch and watch the tourney" vacation is off to a great start, thanks to Sharon the dealer and Shirley the ... well, damn, if ever I wanted to play next to DJ at a blackjack table ...
Got the wild hair to go gamble this morning. OK, it wasn't so "wild", I had to be talked out of it on multiple occasions last night. But reaching the "decision point" on 435 (aka "head north to Ameristar or Harrah's, or head left to the Isle", I went left.
The Isle only had two tables open -- both blackjack, one for $10, one for $25. I opted for the $10.
Five shoes and three vodka and sprites later, I left up $210.
The best was the lady I was playing next to, an elderly black chick named Shirley. She had the oxygen tank hooked up, with the tube up the nose going ... and was wearing a huge chronic t-shirt and cap! I tried to get her to pose for a picture, but she said "no honey, I am who I am, no need to spread it around the world". If Shirley ever sits next to me again, I can die a happy man.
(Plus, she knew what she was doing, always a rarity at a non-high limit blackjack table).
So day one is off to a roaring success, between a solid casino showing, and my huge second round upset (Butler over Pitt) surviving at the buzzer. Now? Off to a few St Paddy's Day gatherings. At least I won enough to cover bail ... possibly ...
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