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I was going to start this post just by discussing an exciting trip to Atlantic City, but then realized I also just got back from Las Vegas about 2 weeks ago. Then I realized I went to Atlantic City to gamble just two weeks after gambling (A LOT) in Las Vegas. Then I realized I may have a gambling problem.

Vegas was great. Everything you expect it to be; although I was disappointed in the lack of hookers available on the strip, yet surprised at the number of mexicans handing out the hookers' business cards. Our typical day went like this:
1) Wake up early as shit (Jet lag's a bitch)
2) Gamble at one of three casino's until about 9:30
3) Eat Brunch
4) Sit and Drink by the pool until about 12:30
5) Watch two episodes of Home Improvement
6) Walk the strip, explore casinos
7) Gamble
8) Shower and Relax a minute
9) Eat Dinner (Which likely included Lobster, Filet Mignon, and/or Bacon)
10) Gamble
11) Sleep

So that was pretty outstanding. On the trip I officially became a high roller and was comped about $200 worth of food and discounts on the suite we stayed in for the week.

When we came back, I wanted to go to Atlantic City but was too tired. So Phil and I went the following week with intentions to make a couple bucks on rapid roulette. For those of you who don't know, Rapid Roulette is like roulette but with a touch screen instead of chips; each player has their own station and can place their bets like usual, with a live dealer and pit boss and everything. Since the minimum bets are lower, Phil and I usually pool together our money, play our set of numbers, and split the profits/losses. Last time, we doubled up everytime.

I let Phil take the helm and do the betting, since it's usually the other way around. Instead of just sticking to our carefully selected set of numbers, Phil decides to grow some balls and make others bets on the outside as well. I gotta say, not bad. Only once did he bet and lose. We were breaking even or losing on our numbers and Phil had enough. So we get down to our last 8 bucks and what does the bastard do? Puts it all on Red. It Comes Out. Now we have like $17 bucks. He puts it all on Odd. It Comes Out! Now we have $34 (almost back to even of $40). PUTS IT ALL ON BLACK. Comes out! So now were' up to $68. Phil decides to put his balls back and make inside bets until we get back down to $40 and leave. Pretty tense and happy we came out even.

After eating some delicious Johnny Rockets, we went back to the table where Phil constantly broke even again. I kept walking away to play some slots, thinking I was giving him the Malocchios. Next thing I know, I get a call from Phil telling me he's done. Fed up with only being $9 in the green, Phil decided to randomly throw $49 on a color, and It Came Out. So we Had like $98 when we both put in $20 originally. Not Bad. As we go to cash out, we see three tables, each with about 7-8 consecutive colors. After some meticulous planning Phil chose one he liked and put $50 on the other color.

I walked away.

I found some lady who hit 4 $1280 Jackpots in a half hour and figured all the luck had been diverted to her and assumed Phil had lost the $50 bet he placed.

As I walked back to the table, I saw the ball had not landed yet and Phil had his fist to his mouth in disgust. Red had come out and we lost. But suddenly Phil's disgust turned to a fist pump of victory as the ball popped out of red and into black - we doubled up again, thanks to Phil's Brass Balls.

So I came home from Bally's that day with $80 more than I brought, a succes in deed. It should help wash out the $2,000 loss at Las Vegas.