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We had a couple of comped nights at a casino in Nevada, so we left Sunday to go and shoot some craps and generally get out of the house for a while. The only problem with this place is that, while the first night is fun, the second day is usually pretty boring—there’s nothing to do but gamble, eat, and drink, and so if you’re tired of that after the first night, the second day is a real bore. So anyway. We had two nights. We figured that if we didn’t want to stay the second day, we could just come home. The room was free, anyway.

On the way out, I joked that our plan should work like this: 1) get checked in, 2) triple our money at the craps table, 3) go to dinner.

Little did I know that that would be low-balling it.

Once we got there, we played a little video poker just to get in the mood. Shelley lost $20 pretty quickly, but I hit a four of a kind, a straight, and a full house, so I cashed out $45 and gave $20 back to Shelley. So we were even.

At the craps table, we both cashed in for $60. The dice were pretty cold at first, but, uncharacteristically, I had an amazing run where I threw for about 15 minutes. The guy next to me noted that, at one point, I had $11 in chips left. When we cashed out to go to dinner, we were up a couple hundred.

At dinner, we learned that our players cards were good for meals. I had a fillet; Shelley had fillet and lobster. When the waitress ran our cards, it turned out we had enough points to get the meal for free. Suffice it to say that we were floored.

The magic happened when we came back to the craps table. I like to separate out my money from the casino’s money, so I had taken all our money out in the room and we each brought down only $60.

At the table, some of the same players were there, and the table had filled up nicely (it’s always more fun with a lot of people). We cashed in (I only cashed in $40) and settled in to play. The table ran pretty well, and we were up, although not by much. We tend to bet fairly conservatively (place 6, 8, and 9), a field bet on shooters coming out, that kind of thing.

And then it happened.

The dice came to Shelley, and she was on fire. She threw, I shit you not, for over a half and hour before she crapped out. She hit the point at least 10 times. She simply could not lose, and because craps is craps, she made everyone at the table a pile of money.

Once she crapped out and the magical run was over, we piled up our enormous stacks of chips, cashed out, and determined not only to go back to the room, but to head home in the morning. Which we did, after sleeping in—the room was free, after all—and eating a free buffet lunch.

So. To recap: free room. Free (nice) dinner. Hundreds in winnings because my wife is awesome. Sleep in. Free lunch. I call that a good night at the casino


Written by srogers

March 15, 2010 at 4:53 pm

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  1. I have but one important question: is “crapped out” a phrase craps playersgenerally use, or your own?


    March 15, 2010 at 11:33 pm

  2. It’s a craps phrase. It means to lose.


    March 16, 2010 at 6:48 am

  3. Ah, you’ve had the experience now. Bad behavior reinforced. My very first hand of blackjack when I turned 19 in Arizona, I got an ace of spades and a king of spades, my father groaned “that is the worst thing possible.” Sounds like you played it smart: risk their money, hoard your own.


    March 21, 2010 at 7:26 am

  4. What do you mean “bad behavior”? WE HAD A PLAN, MAN! 😉


    March 21, 2010 at 10:12 am

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