Vegas Trip 1/31 - 2/4

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Good shit Fish, I've been to that shithole they call Vegas five times and never colored up!

.......sorry for the delay. Been very busy catching up on work and family since I got back..........

 

We headed back down to Mandalay and found 4 spots at the bar on the backside of Eyecandy which is in the center of the casino. They had had the UFC fights at Mandalay earlier so the casino was pretty crowded with all types of people which made for fun people watching. Within minutes after getting my double crown on the rocks, I get approached by Roxy. Roxy was about 20, asian and kind of cute, but had no boobies. Bought her a drink and shot the shit for a few minutes and told her that I had no interest, but she hung around and later followed us to a blackjack table. One of my beef's with Mandalay was the lack of $25 and $50 tables that shuffled by hand and dealt from a shoe. I said earlier I won't sit at the table that shuffle and deal with the machines, but uncle Tom picked a $25 table and I wanted to spend time with him, so we sat down and I was on first base. Roxy was still in tow and sat next to Wynn, my uncle's friend, at third base. Things started off bad, very bad. Lost my first 5 hands and I was about to leave, but then there was a dealer change. Her name was Ruth. Well, Ruth is my grandmother's name. She's also Tom's mom. So, we look at each other and figure it's good karma and stay. All of a sudden, we started making money. As we won a hand, I'm make winning slot machine sounds....ding, ding, ding, ding.....or say winner winner, chicken dinner! Before I know it, Roxy is doing it for me. Then the cigar girl comes around and I ask her for a pack of smokes for Tom and I. She comes back and says 15 bucks. So I look at the pit boss and he says, you need to be playing an average of $100 a hand. I went off! I said dude, look in your computer, I've got over 20 hours in at well over $200 a hand. Finally, he agreed to pick them up. NEVER had anything like that happen to me at MGM, Mirage or Caesar's. Another strike against Mandalay The cards went south after that and we gave them back some money, so we got up from the table. Uncle Tom made about 1500 and I got 'em for about a grand. Walked Tom and Wynn to the front door and they got a cab back to Bellagio.

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Yeah, there's a finish....and when I have time, I'll finish it.

By now it was about 3am on Super Bowl Sunday. Went up to the room and grabbed a shower and tried to go to sleep, but my sinuses were still all messed up from the dry air and I couldn't sleep. I had requested a humidifier from VIP services on Friday but it still hadn't arrived. So I'm laying there staring at the ceiling pissed off cause I can't sleep when my friend David gets back from being out with all the other friends. They all had gone to dinner at The Palm in the forum shops and to a few strip clubs. David was smashed and wanted to go downstairs and play some blackjack. Since I couldn't sleep, I said, let's go. We find a $50 table with an older asian lady dealing and a smoking hot, spinner type asian gal playing first base by herself. David wanted to play third base and try out his newly learned blackjack skills, so I sat down next to the hottie. She was wearing a top that said bebe so that's what i called her. I lost the first 5 hands in a row, but David was getting some good cards, as was bebe and we were having fun so I kept grinding. My cards didn't get any better so I figured it was time to start bribing the dealer. Before the dealer started on the next hand, I called time out with hand signals and all. She looked at me kind of funny, but smiled when I put red chips in front of all three hands. In the next 30 minutes, I'd gotten all my seed back and David and bebe were both up about a grand and the dealer made a bunch too. Now comes the dealer change. The new dealer was tall and very busty and seemed to be of phillipino decent. She was full of piss and vinegar and was probably the funnest dealer I encountered on the whole trip. On the first hand, she deals me a blackjack and says "me love you long time"! I was dying laughing and before I know it she's nicknamed me punkin nuts and is calling David the doctor (he really is a dentist). Of course I kept saying time out before each hand to place tips on each hand and the cards kept coming. By this time, I'm also getting very friendly with the cocktail waitress named Karen. Karen was the epitome of Milf with huge natural boobies and was providing cocktail service like I'd never received before. Perhaps is was our generous tipping policy. more to come...............

sorry for the delay.....havent had a lot of time the last few weeks.....been busy with work, family and taxes....i'll finish my story tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.

By now it's around 7:30 am on SB Sunday and the cards started turning south on me. David was up almost 3 grand (I was really proud of him) and I was up about 500. We decided to call it quits and headed back up to the room. David crashed and burned almost immediately and I tried to get some sleep myself. Between his snoring and my sinuses, I couldn't fall asleep. So I took a nice long 30 minute shower in an attempt to make my sinuses feel better (still no freakin humidifier), changed clothes and headed back downstairs. Went looking for Bebe, but she had left, so I sat back down at the table that David and I were playing at earlier. Me love you long time was still dealing, but the cards were bad. Karen was still working the floor and I asked her to bring me a coffee. She came back and somehow while I was upstairs, she and the dealer were talking about what kind of fetish I had. They both thought I'd say I was a tits man, mainly because they both had bigguns and I'd been staring at both sets earlier in the morning. Well, to their surprise, I revealed to them that I had always had a thing for women with pretty feet. I said that if a woman takes good care of her feet, especially their toes, then there was a very good chance that they took good care of the rest. I could have sat at that table forever since I was having so much fun, but I was losing my ass and decided to look for another table. Found a $100 table where a dude named Bob from Boston was playing third base by himself. I had played at a table with him a few times earlier in the trip, but with not much success. Though he was a Pats fan, he played good basic strategy. I was going to wait for the shoe to finish, but the cards were not treating him well, so he asked if I wanted to jump in and I sat down at first base. Things started off well, but every time I'd step my bet up, I'd get hammered. All of a sudden without even asking, Karen shows up at the new table with a new cup of coffee for me. On the cup, was a drawing of a female foot with the toenails colored in with red pen. So I ask her where the hell the toe ring is. Don't you know, the next cup has a much more elaborate foot with red nails and a toe ring. Man I wanted to squeeze them boobies so bad and obviously could have. Guess I'm just a big ole box, but I do love my wife and could never cheat on her. So I sat there with a chubby and played blackjack for a few more hours with Bob and we both made a couple grand. The super bowl was now only about 4 hours away so I went back upstairs and made another desperate attempt to fall asleep............ 

I managed to get about an hour of sleep and woke up around 1:30pm. I had two options to watch the super bowl. The group that invited me out, does the SB at a dive mexican resturaunt just north of MGM. The other option was at the Hawaiian Tropic Zone at Planet Hollywood, where Casey (the friend that picked the table for me at MGM) had another buddy who had reserved a table. David had warned me about this guy Jim and that he was an obnoxious bastard and none of the other guys (at the mexcian place) liked him much. I opted for the mexican place. Before I grabbed a cab, I was going to make some SB bets at the sportsbook, but the line was longer that the one for space mountain at Disney. I said screw it and grabbed a cab and went to the mexican joint. David was there and he had his iphone, so I attempted to make my bets but kept hitting the wrong spot on the damn thing. I was scared that I made a bunch of bets that I didn't want, so I called my wife to get on the computer at home. Fortunately, no bets had been placed. It was quite an experience guiding her through my local's website, but like the champ she is, she got my bets down for me. Shortly thereafter, Casey began calling my phone constantly asking where I was and telling me how hot all the chicks were at the HTZ, so I decided to head up there. They had a great table and the HT girls were freaking amazing. I don't think I've ever been anywhere that had such a collection of smoking hot babes. They were all dressed in skimpy referree outfits that left nothing to the imagination. I'm not sure if these girls were the normal waitresses or if they were brought in special for the SB. Ours was named Veronica and she was easily top 5 of the group. She kept the food and drinks coming and would occasionally tease the crap out of us by sitting on one of our laps. By now, this guy Jim was drunk and each word from his mouth was louder and more obnoxious and close to getting knocked out by me. Thankfully, a gal thet he was friends with and her girlfriend showed up so he switched his BS to them. Then right before the game started, he wanted to make a bet with me. The bet was on the final score differential and gave me the option of more or less than 5 points. Since I was on the Giants and had them on the ML, I took less than 5.............

By the way, the bet was for $50. At halftime, I had about all that I could stand with Jim and was going to leave and head down to the mexican joint, but then David called and said he was coming up to check it out, so I stayed and kept right on pounding the double crowns on the rocks. David left to go back to the mexican joint after the thrird quarter ended. Finally, the Giants won (by less than 5) and I was trying to collect my $50 from jackass and he wouldn't pay. Our tab was over $1500 without tip and Casey was trying to settle up with Veronica. I told Casey that I wasn't going to be responsible for Jim's stupid purchases so I gave him $250 cash and told him to collect $50 more from jackass for his lost bet. I walk out and ask the doorman where I can catch a cab to get back to Mandalay. I thought I understood his directions, but before I know it, I'm lost in the damn miracle mile mall and can't find a cab or my way out. I was pissed. Finally I find a security guard and he tells me how to get back to the casino and I was able to find my way back out to the strip. I ended up walking all the way back to Excalibur and hop on the tram and finally make it back to Mandalay. Got back up to the room and cracked a beer from the mini bar (which we had already emptied a couple times). Logged onto covers from David's laptop to post in the 19-0 patriots train thread. I laid down and tried to go to sleep and just as I was about to enter la la land, David and Casey got back to the room. They had gone up to Bally's with some of the other guys and somehow, David lost his iphone there. He had left our room number at Mandalay with secruity at Bally's and don't you know, they found it and called our room to tell him. So we all got cleaned up and grabbed a cab to Bally's. As we're pulling into the front of Bally's our cab gets nailed by another cab on the rear passenger door. Our cabbie goes off. I had to get out on the driver's side and as we're walking in the front door we look back and the two cabbies are about to duke it out. We went in and got David's phone then grabbed another cab to go say goodbay to Uncle Tom at Bellagio...............

Great story, keep it coming

We found Tom and hung out for a few cocktails and said our good byes. I had the urge to go back to MGM to see if I could make some more money at the blackjack tables. So we hopped another cab down to MGM. I found a $100 table with a guy playing third by himself and asked if I could join. He said sure, so I sat at first base and got a grand in black and began playing. David and Casey were hungry so I gave them my VIP line pass and they went and ate at the Studio Cafe while I played. I pushed the first few hands and then the dude at 3rd base gets a 16 against a dealer 10 and he surrenders. I'm thinking, great...of all the tables, I gotta sit down with this guy. I had 15 and I took a card. Don't you know I get a 6 for 21. The guy kept surrendering on 15's and 16's but it was working out for me. After about a half hour, the guy colored out and left, so now I was playing on my own, which I hate to do. The cards kept on coming and after about 15 more minutes, David and Casey came back and they were ready to head back to Mandalay. I told them to wait for the end of the shoe and we would go. I won 5 or 6 hands in a row that had splits and double downs and I was up to 5 grand in front of me. I decided to call it quits and colored out, so I made 4 grand in about an hour. I asked the pit boss to get us a limo back to Mandalay and he took care of us. We stopped at the gift shop on the way out and I picked up some stuff for my wife and son since the gift shop at Mandalay SUCKED. By the time we got back to the room, it was about 1am on Monday morning. I attempted to call my host at Mandalay to arrange for limos to the airport for David and I with no luck. Casey crashed and David and I went down to VIP services to arrange the limos. VIP was closed, so we went to the Host office and they were closed. We went to the front desk and couldn't get any help either. I was livid! Finally we went to the player's club desk and the old man working the desk was an asshole. I asked him to call his supervisor, which he reluctantly did and a gal named Dee showed up. To my surprise, she was sweet as could be and was doing all she could to help us. I explained the the host I was given had promised me a limo to the airport and I told her that based on my play, I felt that one for David was in order too. She looked at my play and said that I had 32 hours in with an average bet of $252 and agreed that we should get just about whatever we wanted. She even went to the bar and got us each a drink, double crown for me and double johnnie walker black for David. The host on duty was supposed to come see us and after 15 minutes, he hadn't showed. Dee said she would keep working on it and call the room to let us know what the deal was. With that we went back upstairs...........

By this time, it's almost 2am. There's a knock on the door and it's housekeeping with my humidifier. Imagine that, I told the dude to shove the thing up his ass and to get the hell out of the room. My flight home was at 7:45 and needed to leave at 6am to get to the airport so I wasn't about to try and sleep because I was afraid I wouldn't wake up and miss my plane. So I packed up all my crap and counted out everything that I had in the safe. All together I was in for $8600 excluding the fees for the 2 credit card and one atm transactions. I had $11300 cash total. So, I decide to go back down to the casino to see if i can make one last score and took $2500 with me and left the rest in the safe. I figured that the worst that could happen is I come home even steven. Found a $50 table and sat down and before I know it, I'm stuck almost 2 grand. So I get up and walk around for a bit, then decided to play a little roulette. Found a $10 table and sat down and began to play 18 for my wife's birthday and 31 for my son's birthday along with the 0/00 for shits and giggles. After about 30 minutes, I had the remaing $500 up to a little over a grand and cashed out. Now it's about 3:30 in the morning and I decided to take one more shot at blackjack. Found a first base slot at a $100 table and eventually got my stake up to 3 grand by 4:30. I said to myself....self, lets play one last hand for 500 and win or lose, I'd be done and would go home up at least $2500. So I throw down my $500 and get a pair of 8's against a dealer's 6. Licking my chops, I split them and get another 8 so I split again. Hit the first hand and get a 3, so I double down and get another 8 for 19. Next hand I get a duece and double again, this time pulling a 10 for 20. Last hand I get another 2, double and pull a king for 20. So now I've got all 3 grand on the table thinking I'm a winner. The other two guys at the table both have 17's and pass on taking hits as they should. The dealer flips a 10 and proceeds to pull a 5 out of her ass for 21. Goodbye 3 grand So I drag my ass back up to the room. David hears me come in and tells me that Dee had called to tell us that the limos were taken care of for both of us. With that, I hopped in the shower one last time with the water as hot as I could stand it, trying to get my sinuses back to normal............

Got dressed and was starving. David was hungry too, so we went down to the 24 hour cafe to get some breakfast. I took my bag down with me since I was running short on time. We ate and I walked David back to the elevator, thanked him for inviting me and I headed out to get my limo....The limo was supposed to be ready at 6am..... 6:15 comes and goes, still no limo. I go inside to the front desk to find out the the freak is going on. The kid at the desk tells me to see the valet captain. I see him and tell him what's up and he jumps into action calling anyone and everyone he can with no success. Finally at 6:45, I said screw it and got the next cab in line. Obviously I was fuming at this point and all I can think of is sitting in the airport all day on the Monday afetr the SB, unable to get another flight home. I hop in the cab which is the nastiest piece of crap mini van I have ever seen, driven by a dude with a turban and accent to go with it. Seriously, I thought the wheels were gonna fall off this thing before we get onto LV Blvd.....So I tell the cabbie that I'm really in a hurry and this dude is hauling ass to get me there on time. He's weaving in and out of traffic, cutting off other cabs and limos and shouting out at them. Move over you freakin this and that, I don't want you to miss your plane. You had to be there, but it was actually quite hillarious. He got me to the airport and the fare was 9 bucks and change, so I gave him 20 and said keep the change and thanks for not killing me. At the curbside check in, I gave the sky cap a 10 buck tip and asked him to please get my bag on the plane. Then I get inside the airport and the line to get through security was freaking huge. If you've never been to Vegas, the security lines are always like hearding cattle, but I had never seen anything like this. I just knew I was going to miss my plane. Fortunately, I made my flight only to sit on the tarmac for 45 minutes. Since I had made flight arrangements so late in the game, I was unable to get a direct flight home and had to change planes in Atlanta. Well, we land in Atlanta with about 5 minutes to spare, but the bastards changed my gate from terminal B to terminal C. I made my flight just in time and as I sat in my seat, I looked out the window to see my bag being loaded onto the plane. The plane was half empty and I had all three seats to myself. Before we took off, I was able to call David to see if he got his limo. Well, Mandalay SUCKED on that one too, but he saw another guy getting in a limo and caught a ride with him in exchange for taking care of the tip. Finally up in the air and on my way home, and I was out like a light........

So I land safely back in Fort Lauderdale, almost exactly even and call my wife to let her know we had landed. She says, OK and that they (her and my son) had been waiting in the cell phone lot and for me to call again after I got my bag. Well I get off the plane and go past the security check point and there's my 16 month old little boy holding a sign that says welcome home daddy! What a great surprise! That was the best part of my whole trip.

 

Obviously, I will never stay at Mandalay Bay again and have already made arrangements for the crew to stay at MGM Grand next year. Thank you for reading my novel and sorry it took so long to finish.........

 

Fish Out

great story

great story