Well, the initial shock of having my truck violated has worn off, and I'm finally at peace with my smashed-up fender. I was quite irritated yesterday when I got home, but a wee tot of rum in my Coke helped a bit, and I was able to relax, do some reading, and just chill with the anger.
Rob got a call from Jack21, who was still in town, and wanted us to meet up with him downtown for a drink or two at the Triple Seven brewpub down at Main Street Station. I figured I could use a night out, so I agreed to go.
The plan was to meet up at 9:00 pm, and we got there just a few minutes before Jack (Eric) did. Neither one of us had eaten, so Rob and I both ordered burgers to go with our schooner of the monthly brewmaster special -- Raspberry Cream Ale. It was pretty good, but I liked the strawberry cream ale much better. And since I was driving, I only had one. But dinner was good, and we had a nice visit with Eric.
Once we finished up, I was cool with just heading home, having to be at work at 9:00 in the morning, but Eric wanted to hit the dice table one more time before calling it a trip. I agreed, and we found ourselves at the end of a $5 game just a few minutes later.
There were a couple of decent rolls ahead of us, and I was actually up about $35 when the dice got to our end. Eric hit a couple of inside numbers and made one point before going out, and my roll was fairly shiatty. I counted my rack and saw that I was up a big $5, so I told Eric that I was going to not tempt fate and just go ahead and color up. He said he'd play the rest of his red chips down, and said that I should stay for one more shooter.
I reluctantly agreed, and while this conversation was taking place, the players at the other end of the table were all passing the dice to an old Asian man that had just come up to the table. Apparently, they knew something we didn't.
Well, my friends, this old dude had one of those rolls that you dream of, holding the dice for almost a half-hour and hitting several points. I was was playing fairly cautiously (but not nearly as cautiously as Rob and Eric), and when all was said and done, I had quadrupled my $100 buy-in!
Rob broke even, Eric had bought in for a grand and colored up for $1400, and I had bought in for a hundred and cashed out just over $400 (I left the breakage for the dealers). That was a nice score to go with my already good week, and I was quite pleased that Eric talked me into sticking around for one more shooter. We hit the cage and then said our goodbyes, then Rob and I made our way back home to Henderson.
So my otherwise crappy day ended up on a good note.
I went straight to bed when we got home (sometime after midnight), and I found myself back at the casino this morning at 9:00 am. I sat down at our only game going, a 4/8 game with all the old regulars that come in every morning. But as soon as I pushed my first pot, the game broke. One of the old guys had to get down to the Rio to play in a WSOP satellite, and a couple of the other guys were gonna go with him to watch. None of the other old farts wanted to play shorthanded, so one by one they all picked up their chips and left. So I didn't have a game.
It was just me, the 6:00 am dealer, the floor supervisor, and the cocktail waitress left standing. The room was dead. Shortly after that, the 10:00 am dealer showed up, and we had four more dealers scheduled to come in at 11:00 for the daily tournament. But we didn't have a single player.
So, after earning ONE single dollar in tips, and then sitting on my ass for the entire hour, they cut me and the 6:00 am dealer loose. We both clocked out and changed back into our street clothes, rounded up a couple of guys lurking about, and sat back down at the table, this time as players. In no time at all we had beers in front of us and a new 4/8 game going.
We played for almost an hour, and I lost the equivalent of one big blind before coloring up. But we decided to play in the eleven o'clock tournament, and Preston (the other dealer) and I had a side bet for one American dollar to see who would last longer in the tournament.
Of course I won that, but I got knocked out by two suckouts. Both times I went all-in, I had the best hand, but both times my opponents caught their two-outers. so I can't complain too much about how I played--I got in with the best of it, but sometimes the cards just don't hold up. I know I was playing my A-game, so I figure the odds will even out over time and maybe next time (or in a tourney with a bigger prize pool), my good hands will hold up.
Once I busted out, I headed for home. I had to go to the bank first, however. One of the best things about being paid in cash is that I always have money on hand now, I never feel broke, and I'm always finding money lying around in my room or in the laundry and such. But the downside of having all the cash on hand is that all of my electronically deducted bills need to be taken care of, so I had to get down to the bank to make a deposit--my piddly little paycheck doesn't cover expenses anymore.
Oh, and my cheap-ass company also cut my hourly pay rate when I made the leap, too, I just found out today. I guess $7.10 per hour might break them, so now one of the 'best companies in America to work for' only pays me $6.33 per hour with no benefits. On the other hand, I also found out today that my tip compliance contract with the IRS is only $4.00 per hour. Yep, that's the income I get taxed on now. The rest is free and clear and in my pocket.
Anyhow, I basically didn't make any money today at work--I only dealt one hand. And I didn't cash in the tournament either, so I'm glad that the night at the dice table was so lucrative.
I'm on call for the next two days, with Monday off. I don't know if I'll be working at all, but I'm guessing that I will be there at least one day. Otherwise, I'm just gonna be here at the house getting stuff done for the next few days. I hope to be living out of a suitcase by Wednesday.
Mikey
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