Special guest post by Aaron
Kristin and I took a long weekend getaway to Las Vegas. We don’t really gamble a lot, so we just relaxed, went to the pool, did some work, and toured around. On the way back to the room last night we stopped by the craps table and threw down $100, expecting to lose it in 45 minutes. I was down to about $60 when a guy rolled up next to me with $5000. He put $100-500 on every pass line with full odds bets to back it up, and splashed a few hundred in the middle of the table between every roll.
Around this time I became the hot shooter at the table. I would go on ridiculous streaks, winning the pass line like 8 times in a row. Table was going nuts, crowds were drawing, pit bosses were hovering. People were skipping their rolls to get back to me. Lots of high fives, fist bumps, and manic hollering.
Sometimes I wouldn’t hit the point for maybe a dozen rolls, and the dude next to me was making tens of thousands off of his place and hard way bets (at some point he upped his bets and probably had $5k+ on the table at a given time). He started throwing down hard way bets for “the shooter” (me) along with his, and we kept hitting them (his delirious scream of “SQUUUAAAARRRESSS!” when a hard eight hit was a highlight of the night). He was even throwing down chips for my odds bets, which I was not doing initially to stretch out our $100 of funny money. My rack kept filling up, and Kristin kept putting $100 chips in her purse to bank winnings. I started stuffing my pockets with them as well. When I left I still had to “color up” because I couldn’t carry all the remaining chips. Everybody shook my hand, including the pit boss.
I met up with the guy at the cashier later, and he said he was up around $75,000, mostly based off of my shooting. His wife gave me a hug. Kristin and I made enough to pay for the entire trip, with maybe 75% of that coming from the bets my man was throwing down for me. Cool.
Photo by Thomas Hawk