Greetings, fellow degenerates! Long time, no write. First of all, some business to get out of the way. I have previously been known here under the moniker of Pittsburgh Gil. But that shall be no longer. From this date on, I shall be known as Rolka Nation. Why? Shut up, don’t ask questions. Kidding. About 4 months ago, I started a full-time blogging endeavor called Rolka Nation’s Brewery, a craft beer themed site containing news, reviews, event info, videos, and more. Check out my antics there.
On to the good stuff. As you know, the crew recently took Vegas by storm yet again this past February. This was my first trip out in roughly 17 months, which was quite the gap for me. Therefore, it was time to do some serious gambling. The budget wasn’t high but substantial and enough to maintain 3 days of play barring disastrous bad luck.
I learned the “hedge economics” blackjack betting system from ol’ Donnie Boy long ago and have practiced it. However, I had never experienced that mystical run of winning a lot of consecutive hands to really cash in on it.
My oh my, what a trip I had. The good luck began the first night. All 5 of us were playing at one table and I made a nice little $60 profit in about an hour. A good way to start the trip. The day was long, travel was involved, so off to bed I went at a decent hour. But this, my friends, was just the beginning.
Day 2 was a little up and down but saw me come out slightly ahead again due to a nice quick session at Ellis Island as we awaited our table where we enjoyed engorging ourselves on their excellent BBQ. The rest of the night saw me come out about even.
Day 3…wow. It all started prior to dinner during the late afternoon. Donnie, Lori, and War Eagle were at Caesar’s but I stayed behind at Harrah’s (homebase) as I had scheduled a deep tissue massage that afternoon at the spa. No, I’m not kidding. I like an occassional massage and schvitz in the sauna. Deal with it.
So I had some time to myself post-massage. I, of course, went to the casino and found one of the few 3-2 paying BJ tables in Harrah’s. It’s located near an intrusive column right by the roulette tables, facing the cage. This is likely placed her on purpose. Know this and play at it, good stuff. I bought in $100 and there were just 2 others at the table playing. Well, before I knew it, I had turned that $100 into $375. I won 6 or 7 hands in a row and had a couple of smaller runs mixed in there. The session didn’t last long as the other two gentlemen pulled anchor and it was just me by my lonesome playing. Not digging that vibe, I cashed out my $375 and rolled.
But wait, there’s more. We had a fine dining experience at The Range, Harrah’s Steakhouse, and headed down to the casino for one last casino games session on our final night in town. This is when the magic began.
Things got off to a bad start. Lori and I sat down at a BJ table and each quickly lost $100. This literally lasted less than 15 minutes and, being highly stuffed with steak and wine, I was about to call it a night. However, it was still fairly early. I played a little Pai Gow with Don and lost badly. Things were looking even more grim. I wondered back to my winning table from earlier in the day and saw Lori and Mr. Cub playing amongst the seat-filled action. I observed for a while and then Mr. Cub busted out. A seat was opened. Ok, one last time.
I sat down and my luck immediately took off. I can’t remember too many exacts, but I know that I won either 9 or 10 consecutive hands and my bet got up to roughly $120 before I lost. Wow, was this a rush. I hit blackjack twice (3-2 remember) with $60 and $75 bets on the table. My arms were raised high in the air, my voice bellowed in cheer, and my heart raced. It wasn’t too long before I cashed out my $100 buy-in at a cool $600.
For the trip, I actually left with more money than I went with including every single expense while in town. Food, cabs, drinks, the massage, my room…all of it. So basically, a completely all-expenses paid Vegas Vacation. Nice.
Never before had I experienced such a mystical run. The ones you hear tales of.
I can’t wait for the next….