KewlJ said:
Regardless of male or female, the sleeping in a restaurant booth inside a casino is a bit hard for me to accept. I mean a casino with all the surveillance is the last place I would think you could pull something like that off.
Sleeping in a restaurant booth inside a casino got me thinking about my own 'sleeping arrangements' in the early years of my career. I wasn't homeless, I shared an apartment with a roommate in Philadelphia and all my BJ play took place in Atlantic City. Pennsylvania had casinos at this time, but not yet approved table games, so no blackjack.
So I had a pretty small bankroll back then. I started my career with $4300 BR and it took 3 years to built to 10k. This is because each month I had to take $600-$800 from bankroll to pay my bills and most months that was my full expected value for the month. Yes, that is a recipe for disaster.
I have no idea how I didn't hit some negative variance and bust out during these first few years, but I didn't. Blackjack gods or someone up there was smiling on, and looking out for me.
So with my BR at the time, I could only afford to play the $5 tables. Problem was there were only a handful of $5 tables in AC and except for Borgata that always had 1 $5 table open, the other casinos that had $5 tables only had them during very slow times, basically weekday morning from about 6am until about 11am when the bus traffic rolled in. So I needed to be there at 6am. Problem was the first daily bus from Phila, which was my mode of transportation didn't arrive until about 10:15 am.
So my regular routine was to catch the last bus the night before getting into AC 11pm -ish, where I would spend a couple hours either fighting for a seat at that lone Borgata $5 table or looking for opportunities to wong into a $10 table. And then 2am I would take my nap and be ready for the 6am shift. The accommodations were either the Sands or Bally's bus station. Both places allowed you to nap there up until the last bus left at 4am and 6am respectively, providing you had a return trip bus ticket which I always did. Not the most secure accommodations.
A lot of homeless playing the same game. I didn't feel too safe with my little bankroll, which was everything I had in the world, stuffed in my pockets, while I slept in a casino bus station. But never had a problem. Again, someone up there must have been looking out for me.