yeah, But I still have a Wife
Not only does my fiance gamble, she outlasts me doing it...and that's saying something. We went to Vegas a few weeks ago, and just as we were getting on I-15 south to leave the city and go back home, she was already talking about coming back. She constantly bugs me to either take a day trip to some Indian casino or go to the track. If she gets home before me, I often find her playing an online poker tournament. What makes me the happiest is she likes playing, but never bets huge money...although...
Lately we have a Vegas tradition where if we don't get killed at the tables, each of us gets to play a $100 hand of blackjack on the way out the door as a last hurrah. On our recent trip, we were at Planet Hollywood and stopped at one of the tables where the girls deal in lingerie...
She goes up first. Gets dealt a 7-4 with the dealer showing a 5. No-brainer to double down on that one, right? She does and gets her card dealt face-down. The dealer ends up drawing to a 20, and we're dying until she flips over our down card...a 10 of hearts. 21. $200 up. My turn.
I get dealt a pair of 8's, and the dealer shows a 6. Splitting 8's is mandatory there. On my first 8, I get another freaking 8...so I have to split again. I get a 5 on my first 8 and stand, a 7 on my second 8 and stand...and a 3 on my third 8. Good God...gotta double down on that one and I ask for the card face-up this time. I get the dreaded ace for a 12...so I now have 12, 13 and 15 with $400 on the table. Great.
The dealer flips over an ace with her 6 for a 17, and I almost start crying right there on the spot until I realized dealers hit soft 17's. She does and gets a 9 to give her 16, then busts with a king. The whole table erupts. I tipped the dealer one of my green chips and got the hell out of there. I'm wondering if I should ever play again since winning $600 in about four minutes never be topped...ever.
Lately we have a Vegas tradition where if we don't get killed at the tables, each of us gets to play a $100 hand of blackjack on the way out the door as a last hurrah. On our recent trip, we were at Planet Hollywood and stopped at one of the tables where the girls deal in lingerie...
She goes up first. Gets dealt a 7-4 with the dealer showing a 5. No-brainer to double down on that one, right? She does and gets her card dealt face-down. The dealer ends up drawing to a 20, and we're dying until she flips over our down card...a 10 of hearts. 21. $200 up. My turn.
I get dealt a pair of 8's, and the dealer shows a 6. Splitting 8's is mandatory there. On my first 8, I get another freaking 8...so I have to split again. I get a 5 on my first 8 and stand, a 7 on my second 8 and stand...and a 3 on my third 8. Good God...gotta double down on that one and I ask for the card face-up this time. I get the dreaded ace for a 12...so I now have 12, 13 and 15 with $400 on the table. Great.
The dealer flips over an ace with her 6 for a 17, and I almost start crying right there on the spot until I realized dealers hit soft 17's. She does and gets a 9 to give her 16, then busts with a king. The whole table erupts. I tipped the dealer one of my green chips and got the hell out of there. I'm wondering if I should ever play again since winning $600 in about four minutes never be topped...ever.
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