Sometimes this game is so much damn fun.
I visited my buddy that I went to Vegas with earlier this year, and we hit a casino in Calgary, AB. It was your standard H17 6 deck game with about 1.5 decks being cut off. I sat at first base and he was just to my left. We both bought in for 20 units.
The count doesn't do anything at all for the first 2 shoes, but my buddy loses a total of 4 hands. 4 hands in 2 shoes!! He's up by about 35 units or something. I'm up about 12 units in the same time. Just having fun, laughing at the drunk angry dude at third base who can't catch a break, and ordering way too many drinks so I can talk to the cute waitress.
Nothing too much is happening in the way of good counts, but I'm having a blast and getting pretty drunk. I'm not here specifically to raise my bankroll or anything, just having fun with a friend I haven't seen in a while. As usually happens with me when the rye is flowing, I start talking a little louder and don't pay much attention to what is happening around me. I'm having a hard time keeping the count so I start to do it outloud, a notch or two above a whisper. My buddy doesn't count; he usually just follows my betting, but I have told him a few times what the count should be before you start betting more. I'm using KISS III so he knows that when it hits 20 he bets a few units, etc.
So he'll ask "how is it?" and I answer "shitty man, it's at like 14" or "yeah, it's at 28. Go for it." How the dealer is not picking up on this is beyond me. (well, except for the two dealers rotated in who did not speak more than 5 english words)
After about 2 1/2 hours I'm getting pretty sloshed. I'm up 10 units and he's up about 15. ($5 units, so no huge amounts of money) But we're having a fun time, so what the hell
About 3/4 into the shoe things start heating up. The counts hits 20 then keeps marching up to 31-33. Whoa. I had gone to a 10 unit bet when the count hit 23 and won a couple, lost a couple... but the count keeps going up and when it hits 30 I push out a 20 unit bet. My buddy is scared to so he bets 15 units. We were winning more big hands than we were losing, and he eventually went to 20 unit bets too. I had a double down hand which I won, then won the last 3 hands of the shoe with 20 each time. The last hand of the shoe a guy in the middle didn't hit 16 and was nervous because he had started betting bigger too (just following us on a hunch I'm sure) and I said loudly "don't worry bro, she's going to get 2 10s and bust". Sure as ****, she hits her 6 with 2 10s and busts out. The table erupts in cheer, everyone is looking at us, and my buddy and me are laughing our asses off in disbelief. Apparently there was a suit sitting behind us watching the table and the pitboss was standing right beside me for the last few hands of the shoe, but I was too blurry to even notice.
At the end of that shoe my buddy is sitting with 110 units in front of him, and I've got 156 in front of me. He says "think we should leave?" to which I reply "let's get the HELL out of here! HA HA HA!"
It was freakin' unreal. I'm counting outloud, spreading 1-
20, and only getting guys watching us. I thought for sure they'd back us off.
I've never made that much in one session. Ever. We literally walked out of there laughing like hell and shaking our heads.
That's it. I'm quitting my job. Blackjack is easy.