Something was missing… As I sat down to gamble at that Ultimate Texas Hold’em table in Harrah’s, it just wasn’t the same without a wingman. Sure, you can meet hundreds of people in Vegas; meeting people from every walk of life, BSing with them at the table, that’s one of my favorite parts of being in Sin City. Even better though, is to be gambling along side someone. I was missing that… I started calling people.
The one person I’ve been to Vegas with more times than anyone was my wife, and yes, she has been my wingman too. Whether it’s a table game like Paigow, or sitting next to each other playing slots, we’ve had a lot of fun gambling together…. so I called her up. She’s annoyingly like “what do you want?” After all, I had just left the room less than 30 minutes ago… haha. OK, next. My first trip ever to Vegas was courtesy of my dad; my grandparents actually lived out there for a while. Couldn’t call him though; he was on a plane to Arizona. The person who I’ve been to Vegas the most with after that was my brother; he answered. We talked as I walked down the Strip; I was lamenting my bad starts to him, while he was telling me to just get to the poker room; more to come on that one. OK, next.
I called one good friend after another, all previous Vegas wingmen, and nobody answered. I finally got in touch with my good friend from LA; we’d been to Vegas together too… we talked for a few. After hanging up with him, one of those other calls rang me back; it was one of my buddies that I’ve known since I was 5 years old. We talked for a few too. He told me about a couple of his most recent trips to Vegas, and how he dropped about 3K each trip… that tops my all time worst of $2,500, which actually isn’t that bad if I think about it, considering I lost most of that the first night… see, that first night BS again!!! I joked with him about getting married; he’s still single. I told him, he needs to get married, so that we can have his bachelor party in Vegas; my wife couldn’t say no to that one… haha. After we hung up, I was almost back to the room; one thing was clear. I need another guys’ trip to Vegas.
I told my wife we needed to talk; I need to start planting these seeds. Wherever she wants to go, whether it’s with or without me; whatever else she may want, or need to see happen… I’m good. I need to get back to Vegas and sit elbow to elbow with my guys. We need to hit the tables hard; we need to stir up that mojo from years past, and come back winners. Well, I believe we’d hit the tables hard, but after that, it’s all a pipe dream. Winning in Vegas… whoever does that? And if you know somebody who has told you they won, how many times had they lost before that? Haha… I used to say I’ve lost so much, they named the diving board at the Flamingo after me… it’s only money right? Speaking about the Flamingo…
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