Oh What A Happy Day!

So I was at my usual Saturday night pre-shift meeting last night, and our new casino director announced that all of the game layouts in the Pai-Gow pit ('Chinatown' in dealer parlance) are getting re-covered with purple felt over the course of the next few weeks. Oh, and by the way, we started re-covering other tables last night, starting with Craps #4.

Craps #4 is everyone's least favorite table in the casino. It was that miserable dollar dice game with quarters that attracted every flea in a twenty-mile radius. It was the worst table in all of Vegas to have to deal on--everybody hated it.

Give me $6.75 across, young feller, and get the hell off my lawn!

So the natural follow-up question to that announcement was So... did we change it to a real dice game?

And when the new bossman said that he looked at the numbers and we weren't making enough money to justify a dollar dice game, a huge cheer went up in the meeting room, followed by several minutes of thunderous applause. Yep, the quarter game is no more!!! You talk about some happy dice dealers, you should've seen us last night. Even the boxmen were walking around high-fiving each other.

Unfortunately, the only bummer of it was that I was dealing blackjack, so I wasn't in the dice pit to see the looks on the faces of the old regulars who line up every weekend waiting for the quarter game to open, when they saw that the table was now a regular $5 game. It would've been priceless.

But after about four or five hours of blackjack, they closed down my tables and went ahead and moved me to dice for the rest of the night. I thought I'd lost my touch, having not dealt it in over a month, but I only fumbled around for a few minutes before I remembered what I was doing. But dice is just like sex--sometimes it lasts a long time, sometimes it's over much too quickly, but once you learn how, you're not likely to forget.

And oh yeah, you always want to hit the back wall, too.

Mikey