Originally Posted by
blackhole
My friend owns and flies his own plane out of Long Island N.Y. I haven’t gone with him for some time now, but yesterday we hit the skies around 7am in route to A.C. A limo was waiting and took us to Borgata.
My friend is a heavy hitter (BJ) and well taken care of. (Along with any of his guests) They knew exactly who I was once being a preferred customer, but that past relationship was meaningless being with my friend.
I didn’t play one hand of video poker or play one slot machine. I sat along side him and played high limit BJ non stop for seven straight hours, except for one meal break and several piss breaks. He drank nothing but OJ and seltzer the whole time there. Comforting knowing he's the pilot.
When we broke for lunch, we both were getting our asses handed to us. After returning to the reserved table I started to get lucky. There was no consideration of cards being counted by me, since I only make two size bets the whole time, big or bigger.
My friend would always be checking the weather since we had to fly home, and wanted to leave by 5pm concerned about winds and possible rain developing.
When we pulled the plug, his bankroll was destroyed. I on the other hand without time to play the slivering cash out game, was forced to sign a few documents when cashing out.
KJ would be envious of my win.
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