As a child, my dad would take me to the horse races every weekend. I love watching the horses, and picking a “lucky” horse for him to parlay. Now days betting is much more complicated, and rumors of deception between jockies and trainers has mostly ruined it for me as an adult.
On Nov 11 was my birthday, so my loving girlfriend took me to Reno. We arrived at Boomtown first as a stretch and :Pisser: break. I picked up a cool $100 while my honey wasn’t looking hehe. So we headed to Circus Circus next for a good time. Every slot machine I touched hit a bonus, while every machine she played sucked, so we were basicly even at lunch time. We headed to The Peppermill next to check into our room. Very nice. I love Peppermill. They sent me an invitation to stay the weekend in a nice Spa Suite, and gave me free $200 to play table games. (Players Club Cards are worth having) The dealers are the best at Peppermill, very active and social. They even attempt to remember every players name while they deal. “Magnificent” is what I would say, about how they treat customers.
As a casino dealer by trade, I have a passion for BJ. I have never won any amount greater than $1000, maybe due to my inability to press it up while I’m hot. When I was 19 years old I was introduced to Indian Gaming in California. I knew right away that BJ was my game, and I could most likely do it better than these guys working here. So I got a BJ Dealer job with the natives for ten years. I currently deal poker now (the tips are much better) for over 8 years, but every chance I get to deal BJ is great fun.
BlackJack however is much like an ex-girlfriend (with benefits). The game is happy to see you when it’s bored and lonely. Invites you in to have a good time, screwes you and then you leave. So hard to resist that temptation, will always be my bankrolls death.