So last night I celebrated my birthday with a dinner amongst friends at my local casino. The night was going along amazingly well, with a 2 and a half hour buffet to begin the night, and drinks flowing. We moved onto a local nightclub where the shots kept flowing all night long. I must have had in excess of 20. it was quite a messy night indeed. At about 5am I told everyone I was going to head back to the hotel room to retire for the evening, as my balance was severely compromised by that point! When I woke I was amazed to find $1500 in casino chips on my bedside table, and I haven't the faintest idea about how they got there! I vaguely remember hitting the BJ tables, the rest is all a blur...
Drunken antics
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An old vegas story
This might be one of those urban legends and I first heard it decades ago but this is how I remember it.
A vegas local played for small money regularly at his favorite casino. He never won much, usually losing a little fun money. One day he is winning for a change and keeps drinking in celebration of his success.
As he becomes more and more intoxicated he keeps upping his bet which was something he usually didnt do. As he keeps winning more and more money he keeps drinking more. This vicious cycle keeps feeding itself until he falls over backwards out like a light.
The casino personnel bring out the oxygen and try to revive him. The story says that they desperately want to revive him because he never plays more than table minimum and he will surely lose it all in no time if they can only get him conscious again.
Their attempts to revive him fail so they set him up in a room to sleep it off. The next day he wakes up and realizes he was a probably made an idiot out of himself. He goes down to the casino and apologizes to the people on duty for anything he might have done the night before.
As he is leaving they tell him they have his chips he had when he passed out and he could pick up and welcomed him for a morning gaming session. He says, I have some chips? He thinks well maybe I have enough for breakfast.
They give him $65,000 in chips. He promptly cashes out and they didnt see him again for years.
This might be one of those urban legends and I first heard it decades ago but this is how I remember it.
A vegas local played for small money regularly at his favorite casino. He never won much, usually losing a little fun money. One day he is winning for a change and keeps drinking in celebration of his success.
As he becomes more and more intoxicated he keeps upping his bet which was something he usually didnt do. As he keeps winning more and more money he keeps drinking more. This vicious cycle keeps feeding itself until he falls over backwards out like a light.
The casino personnel bring out the oxygen and try to revive him. The story says that they desperately want to revive him because he never plays more than table minimum and he will surely lose it all in no time if they can only get him conscious again.
Their attempts to revive him fail so they set him up in a room to sleep it off. The next day he wakes up and realizes he was a probably made an idiot out of himself. He goes down to the casino and apologizes to the people on duty for anything he might have done the night before.
As he is leaving they tell him they have his chips he had when he passed out and he could pick up and welcomed him for a morning gaming session. He says, I have some chips? He thinks well maybe I have enough for breakfast.
They give him $65,000 in chips. He promptly cashes out and they didnt see him again for years.
Gamblor said:
20 shots, yikes, I salute you. and I can drink 
In my younger days buddy and I had 13 shots. He was basically comatosed and hungover for 24 hours. I passed out in the bathroom. I'll say this, after 13 shots, the cool bathroom floor actually seems like a nice comfortable place to lay on :laugh:
In my younger days buddy and I had 13 shots. He was basically comatosed and hungover for 24 hours. I passed out in the bathroom. I'll say this, after 13 shots, the cool bathroom floor actually seems like a nice comfortable place to lay on :laugh:
Gamblor said:
20 shots, yikes, I salute you. and I can drink
In my younger days buddy and I had 13 shots. He was basically comatosed and hungover for 24 hours. I passed out in the bathroom. I'll say this, after 13 shots, the cool bathroom floor actually seems like a nice comfortable place to lay on :laugh:
In my younger days buddy and I had 13 shots. He was basically comatosed and hungover for 24 hours. I passed out in the bathroom. I'll say this, after 13 shots, the cool bathroom floor actually seems like a nice comfortable place to lay on :laugh:
When I was 16 I drank a pint of whiskey and went out walking. Woke up in a pool of blood, with a hole in my leg and I have no idea where it came from.
Yeah, forgot about damn CT and its absurd 1 AM closing time. A few years back, we went to Foxwoods for a bachelor's party, and were ready to riot when they stopped serving drinks. Good thing was, we had an awesome stripper visit us :laugh: Who eventually went on to be a semi-famous porn star, Isabella Soprano. Even back then we knew she was destined for greater things
He couldn't possibly be counting. He was doing stuff like doubling 12, splitting tens, surrendering 13 v 10, doubling aces instead of splitting. And cursing when he lost a hand. He was betting wildly, $10 one hand, $200 the next and it wasn't correlated to the count. Every time the waitress came he ordered a strong drink and tipped her a green chip. He was up over $1000 (not including his tips) from his buy in of $300 when he slumped down on the table and got backed off.
I wish I could have played poker with him.
I wish I could have played poker with him.