Time to recount my 32 hour trip to stateline(the one of california and nevada...yeah, you should get why I went there).
So, after waking up a bit later than I had previously planned, finally got on the road at about 10:30am AND DADDY LET ME DRIVE SQUEEEE.
The drive itself wasn't all that bad. Stopped halfway and grabbed some BK, ate that while driving which is always fun and then 2 hours later finally got to our destination, Whiskey Petes.
It was pretty warm, about 100 or so, which isn't all that bad for the middle of the ****ing desert. Walk, get our room, and then basically right afterwards head on down to the gambling floor. It's kind of weird, actually being of age in a casino; it kind of lost it's magical charm. Regardless, made our way to the tables where my father suggest we play Craps, so I figured why not. While playing this old, stinky, loser comes up and starts betting ****ty little 2 dollar bets. Well, after rolling the dice and getting two 7's on the first roll(that's good) and then getting another 7 after the first roll on the next round, apparently the idiot had a lot of money out and he lost it. So my father was next to throw the dice so he goes on to say in an extremely grumbled voice "hope this guy isn't such a ****ing loser like he was" in retort I said "Well I am his son so here's hoping!". In his drunken stupor I don't think he heard me. Long story short on that though, I lost 100 bux.
After that suckage, left to take a break back in the room for about an hour before I went back down to the floor. Finally made it to the blackjack tables. That's where I spent the majority of my time down there. And I ended up breaking even again winning 100 or so. THEN went back for a break again at around midnight(I ate dinner also beforehand) and my father crashed while I went back down and played some more blackjack. Sadly, that time around lost around 50, and another 50 on slots and craps. Went back to the room around 5am exhausted.
Wake up this morning round 10am, crappy nights sleep. Shower, ****, got dressed had breakfast and then BACK TO THE BLACKJACK. Lucky for me I got it all back and then some. Ended up 50bux ahead overall.
After that we had to checkout at noon. So we left the room and went across the street to the hotel/casino Buffilo Bills. This one was a lot bigger than the one we stayed at and first thing I wanted to do was ride the rollercoaster there called the "Desperado" It used to be the tallest one and had been till about 2000 or so. All in all, the ride was actually really good. I'd give it a 9/10 probably for the sheer amount of zero g's and heavy g's.
And that's where the trip should have ended. But no, the greed set in and I wanted to stay longer. GUESS WHERE I WENT! Back to the blackjack of course. Oh, and the kind I was playing was $10 min single deck(good for card counting:)) Started out good enough, but then I couldn't win **** after that. 100 bux down I waste some time on a video poker machine, then I just had to go back and try the BJ again. Lose another 100 bux. And then left :(
Ride back was uneventful, though we did see a wicked crash and what I think was a dead body on the side of the highway :cool:
All in all, I really enjoyed myself. I was really nervous at first, but with the practice I gained by going this time and playing with the money my father gave me; I feel I'll do a lot better next time and make a few less stupid mistakes. Though overall I did things very well, just left on a bad streak.
Whaaaaaat? No hookers?
You disappointed me man :(
But yeah, gambling can be fun in it's own right.
Very epic indeed.
Uhoh, gambling addiction? : O
why, how fANTastic.
I want some fANTa.
I'm not even sure there are casinos in Scotland. I could always go to bingo instead!
How do you play Craps?
I can't gamble, though the trip sounded awwight in that "this isn't as epic as I first thought it'd, but still good" kinda way.
can't. addictive personality
wow, your life must suck. idiot
Learn some self-control, man!
too lazy
For my Saturday night, I drank a pitiful amount of booze to you fags, but a lot to me, which was a shot of Jaggermeister (however it's spelled), 3 Beers (the brand of which I forgot), a quarter of a bottle of Club Mudslide, and an entire bottle of Boon's Farm Mango Beer gay stuff. I dont recall acting that drunk, but apparently I was. And we watched Bebe's Kids, which is STILL hilarious to this day.
So why didn't you just go to Vegas?
None of the hotels which my father stays at and that would normally comp his room(pay for him to stay since he's gambled there before) wouldn't for whatever reason even though they normally do. However the one's at stateline would. SOOOOOO, free room equals us going there. Not like it matters, was only gambling anyways 0_0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhFXUe43bh0
For some reason, I thought about this clip when I imagined Ant gambling.
more or less
That and like, all of his friends died from drugs.
lol
awesome
I know people who died from drugs. :(
Like LoS.
That's why he's not around anymore, right?
Who of Spam?
that kid with the big head or soemthing
Big fore.....skin?
sounds about right, doesn't it?