After dinner, later in the evenings, a few nights, we made our way to the casino. It wasn’t at the part of the resort we were staying at, so we had to hop in a golf cart, which would take us where we wanted. The casino wasn’t big by any means, but it was fun.
I’d walk in with a drink, and get a refill or two at the casino while I was there; remember, this was an all-exclusive type deal, so all drinks were free, unless of course you wanted to get top shelf, like Don Julio for example; no need for that. I also had a cigar in my hand; it was absolutely no problem walking around the casino smoking a cigar. The security guards were very accommodating. The one night he came up to me, and told me to wait by the security desk. I was like, oh shit, am I in some kind of trouble? Haha… He walked up to me with a knife; OK, here we go… To cut my cigar! I was ready to scrap, haha. That was very nice of him. And then later, as I wobbled around with my drink and cigar, he handed me an ashtray; I’d probably been leaving a trail of ashes. I thanked him again.
There were a couple Blackjack tables; I watched my wife’s cousin play. He started off pretty good, but then not so much. It was like when the players starting doing OK, they brought in another dealer; you know how they do. There was a roulette wheel, which is what attracted my attention. I dropped $40 one night, and $20 another; I didn’t last long either. The 2nd night I should have known better. I was monitoring the wheel throughout the night and none of my numbers were coming up, I mean, none! Then, later in the evening, one hit, then another, then another… OK, time to sit down. First spin, nada. Second spin, I hit; OK, OK… That was it. Oh well. $60 total ain’t that bad.
The final night is when I hit something. They mostly had slots in this small casino, which I’m not a huge fan of. But when my wife’s uncle gave me $15 to gamble with, I sat down… and of course, I won. I brought him back $60; he threw me back a $20… nice. It’s funny. I can’t win for myself, but if somebody else gives me money… bam! There was a Vegas trip way back in the day where my Mom gave me $20 to play; I hit $600! No joke. It was on a Wheel of Fortune machine at the casino next to the Flamingo, whatever it was called back then… Barbary Coast, Wild Bill’s… That was my biggest slot hit ever and it wasn’t even my money.
Anyways, I displayed a lot of discipline those 3 nights, mostly walking around, watching others play, while drinking my drink and smoking my cigar. After the $20 “tip” from her uncle, I was down $40 total; that’s extremely good. Honestly though, if I had brought more cash with me, I probably would have played more… and probably lost more. So much for the discipline…
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