Good morning everyone--Happy Friday! I'm up late after a long night at the casino. I've got a long day ahead of me, and have to be up early, but the laundry monster was climbing the wall and demanding my attention.
First of all--it was a tough night at work. When I got back in after my four-day hiatus, I saw that I was scheduled to deal three Pai Gow games. Score!
But wait, just like a deal with the devil, there is bad that goes along with the good. First of all, one of the games was the $5 table, which *everyone* hates, and of course, one of our most annoying fleas was sitting there at seat seven. At least the rotation was set so that I didn't have to go to that table until my second hour. But even worse--on my first table was one player. The *one* flea I cannot stand. I mentioned him earlier--he's the one who takes shots at the game every time, never tips, and is there almost every night that every dealer hates. Yep, that was how my workweek started. Ugh.
But the gambling gods were on my side, and I just absolutely crushed him again. I gotta admit--I generally root for about 90% of the players who sit down at my table, but obliterating this guy's bankroll is always a special kind of satisfaction--on par with taking a nice comfortable dump after a three-day camping trip.
And for whatever reason, once I got back to the casino, my cough tried to make an encore appearance, but I'd brought along my Zicam pocket spray to kill it. It was tough--I wasn't feeling well, but I endured. Turns out that about ten other dealers were out sick this past weekend, too. And this past Monday that I missed? Tokes were only about $80 that night--so it was much better that I called in.
Once tables started closing down, I had to do a couple of rounds of blackjack. Unfortunately, it was on a couple of $5 games, and of course they were all populated by total douchebags. That's when I went into my 'dummy up and deal' mode and started dealing at 110% of my regular full speed and found that extra gear, hoping that the house edge would get to them a little quicker. One asshat insisted on taking down his bet and his winnings on every hand, trying to slow the game down, waiting a minute and then putting his bet back up again (most people just leave their original bet up and either keep it the same or add to it for the next hand). So if there wasn't a bet in the circle by the time I was ready to start the next hand, I'd just skip him, which I could tell just irritated the hell out of him. I told him to just take the winnings down if he wasn't varying his bet amount, but he wouldn't listen, so I just blew by him. Heh.
Sometimes it's more fun to piss 'em off than to take their money.
As bad as those tables were, I actually had one very enjoyable hour. Late in the evening, I started my second go-round on the $5 Pai Gow game to an empty table. That's always nice! But a few minutes later, a kind of attractive gal came walking by, shocked that there was such a thing as five-dollar pai gow. She even asked if we could get a game going if she was the only player. Of course I told her we could.
She bought in for a hundred and we were having a pleasant conversation and a few laughs. She started winning a few hands, and then asked me how she could bet for me. I told her to just put my bet right in front of her bet. She commented on how the casino should mark an area for a dealers bet to make it easier, but I just gave her my standard line-- Well, since it's one of the best bets you can possibly make, just like taking odds at the dice table, the casino never marks it on the table! (But if there's a sucker bet available, you can be sure it's marked in bright red ink on the felt). She laughed, and instead of just putting me up for a buck, she matched her bet--whatever she was betting, that's what I was betting. Luckily she did well and not only did I have a wonderful hour of conversation with an attractive gal, I dropped a whole bunch of money in the toke box, too.
When I got tapped out to go on break, she colored up and moved on. I didn't see her again for a bit--she'd gone to grab a bite to eat, but stopped by my next table later on to say goodnight and make sure I was working again tomorrow night. Makes me wish I would've gone ahead and had a bunch of Hurricane Mikey business cards printed back when I had all those t-shirts made! Oh well--it was just one of those encounters that makes going to work in a casino a pleasure.
Eventually, the night wound down and without even asking for it, I got the half-hour early push. That was a nice way to end the evening. I'm still not at 100% strength, so getting off of the blackjack table early was a sweet bonus.
Now I'm home, and although my body is tired, I'm not quite sleepy yet. So I'm puttering around a bit, paying a few bills, planning my day, listening to music. While I was sick, I pretty much kept the computer on the nightstand and used it while lying in bed. But this morning, I put it back on my desk where it belongs, hard-wired it back into the network, and plugged my surround-sound speakers and subwoofer back in. And the first thing I did was listen to that 'Candyman' song the way it was supposed to be heard. Damn, what a great song! That's one of those songs that I listen to and just shake my head and marvel at the unbelievable talent that went into creating something so enjoyable. It's like looking up at the stars on a clear night and feeling insignificant--I listen to that music and realize that as much as I'd like to be a musician, I'll never be more than a hack with a guitar. Some people just have it, and they provide entertainment to those of us who don't.
I've also done a bit of websurfing this morning. Falcon Rob posted about his killer minestrone. And I'm not lying when I say it's the best I've ever had, either. But he takes a shot at me for calling it Super Colon Blow. And he's right--I don't eat nearly as much zucchini or cabbage as he does. But I eat much more p*ssy than him, so I guess the edge goes to Mikey... Heh.
And somebody out there is just killin' me with her nacho bloggin' and deep dish pizza bloggin' as of late. You think my posts get you hungry, hers are just as bad. And she actually cooks the stuff she talks about, instead of just wishing she had a proper pan. Well, I will admit, I made nachos for a late-night snack on Wednesday night. But I usually make mine meatless. Not that I'm going all hippie on you guys, but meatless nachos are the lazy man's way--chips, salsa, cheese, oven. Simple!
Oh well, enough about all that. I've got to get up in less than four hours, so I should wrap this up. But just to tease you guys, I'll let you know that I'm having breakfast at the Peppermill with two of my favorite ladies.
Chicken fried steak and two sets of boobies--It just don't get much better than that!
Mikey
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