One of the most fun (and strangest) times I've had playing occurred last spring in Vegas. My wife was in our hotel room resting up before dinner, and I was playing at a $25 table, betting $25-$50 a hand. The rules were decent: 6D, S17, DAS, and surrender.
I struck up a conversation with a guy from Denmark two seats away who was in town for a convention. As luck would have it, it seemed I couldn’t lose a hand and he couldn’t win one. I wasn’t counting, just playing basic strategy, but pretty soon I was up about $600. After a while, the guy asks the dealer if he can place bets on my betting circle. The dealer said if it was OK with me, it was OK with the house. I told the guy it was fine with me, but I warned him that I played “by the book.” He said OK and began to bet $100-$300 a hand on my circle, in addition to a smaller amount on his own. I was pretty uneasy when the first surrender situation came up, but he simply said, “You’re the boss” as the dealer took half of each of our bets. Luck continued to run the same way: I won most of my (our) hands, and we sure had a ball high-fiving each time we both increased our bets and won.
At one point when he left to go to the bathroom, he put about ten blacks in front of me and said to bet them as I saw fit while he was gone! After betting $100 of his on the first hand and losing, I told myself this was getting way too surreal and that I’d better not risk any more of his chips in his absence. Talk about trust!
After about 45 minutes of playing this way, my wife came by the table and said it was time for dinner. At this point, I was up about $1500, and the Dane had won several thousand. I figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to tempt fate any longer, so I left after high-fiving my partner like crazy. What a blast.