Kenotardation

When I fell off of the no slots cart I did it with gusto. Last Tuesday I found someone to work for me and took the day off. I headed to NY NY because I had $50 in "free" slot play. Eight hours later I left NYNY with a W2-G for nearly $1,400. Friday night after work at the Palms I played and played. Deeper and deeper into the red, until...... Jackpot. Where, oh where was #22?? Another W2-G to deal with. Since then I have given a large portion of it back, but so what.














For a year or so Linda has been threatening to play poker at the Palms so that I could deal to her. Sunday she made good on the threat. It is funny that I don't get nervous about dealing to famous people, but I sure got a little jittery when I knew that I would be dealing to Linda. Maybe I was worried about screwing up and becoming the subject of a "It drives me nuts when a dealer does this or that" post. She and Viv purchased a few racks of ammunition and planted themselves on table #2. About an hour later I push onto table #2. It was a fun 30 minutes as Linda snaped pictures of me and of the players who explicitly stated that they didn't mind being photographed at the table. She handed out some business cards and told them to look for their pictures in the near future in a Table Tango post. I managed to push Linda one decent size pot and, despite my jitters, made no mistakes. Whew!
Me in action:




















The poker scene at the Palms has been a mixed bag of busy and slow days. I've written before about 100+ more new poker tables due to come to town between now and April. Hooters will bring a few this weekend when they open. Yesterday I heard that Treasure Island will resurect their poker room. Where will it end?
The Palms is unveiling a new high limit lounge this weekend. It will be called The Mint and it is a two story affair--although it looks like the second floor of the lounge won't have much of a view. A poker table has been built for the lounge, but, as I understand it, the table may or may not be in the lounge at any given time. On-demand poker with the table being moved in/out as demand dictates. I'm not sure if dealers will rotate out of our two existing rooms or be temporarily assisgned to deal in The Mint only. This should be interesting. Stay tuned for updates on how this venture plays out.












About a month ago I heard a rumor that Daniel N. was in negotiations with the Palms to play his challenge matches at our place. It seems that this didn't come to fruition and that Daniel will be setting up shop in the new room at Caesars. Another rumor that seems to have not been true was the one about Doug D. leaving the Bellagio to head up poker operations at the Venetion. It now seems that Edna D. will assume that role.

Last night after work I headed to Bellagio to play a few hands of poker. I jumped into a game and in over an hour I won exactly ONE small pot. I racked up what I had left and headed to the Keno machines while I waited for Linda to find her escape hatch. She found it shorty, but not before I was buried. While I was playing 25 cent Keno, the guy behind me was playing a Keno machine for $20 a spin. He hit for $7900+ shortly after I sat down. When I left, he was still banging away at $20 a spin..........
Linda and I headed to the Palms to play, you guessed it, Keno machines. Several hours later we were both battered and bruised. As we were leaving, we walked by the roulette tables. My head was screaming 19-19-19-19. I am not allowed to play table games at the Palms since I work there. I told Linda to put a $20 bill on #19. She said she never played roulette and she wouldn't know what she was doing. I explained that she didn't need to know anything....just walk up to the table, lay a 20 spot on #19 and say "money plays". She reluctantly made her way to the table. She reached out to drop the $20 on #19 just as the dealer waived his arm and said "no more bets". We were NOT in action. The ball dropped into.........wait for it.......... 19. Arrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh.
For the want of one or two seconds that $20 bill would have turned into $700.
I flopped around like an idiot and we laughed all the way to the car. A sick-demented laugh. It was either that or cry. I chose to laugh about it. Sigh.