This was an impromptu trip and a prelude to an impromptu Vegas trip in mid July. Our last Reno trip was in March and we've been dutifully staying away. Lots of bad trips over the past couple years, but my luck was due to change, right? We scored early with a comped jacuzzi room. I planned to play mostly dice with a bit of VP and BJ sprinkled in. I also wanted to actually try and exercise in the early AM as I have a tendency to wake up around 6AM when in a gambling town. I called ahead to see if their gym had an open space to jump rope as that is my workout of choice. The person assured me there was plenty of open space and in fact, they had jump ropes for people to use. We left before lunch and made it up by mid afternoon. I worked the night before and napped in the car and immediately felt energized when I walked in the door. We checked in and immediately went down to play. The GF had some work to do so I went and got my first marker and bought in at dice. I've been a right side dice player and oscillate between come and place betting. I like the safety of come betting but always hate the come out 7 reset. I usually go $16/17/22 inside and PL with 2x odds. I wanted to go a bit crazy and go full 5x odds. I figured it's a zero edge bet and maybe I might catch a streak. After making a pass, I would place that number for $25/30. Rinse repeat. This would basically give me lots of action with a $50 starting spread. I press-collect-press on my place bets. On a cold table, this could lead to disaster as I only buy in with about 10 units. My first session was unremarkable. I see a lot of regulars as it's midweek. Not much to report as I manage to tread water and maybe finish $100 down. I love sessions like this where you can play for a bit not get wiped in the first few hands. We head to eat a dinner of potato skins and roast turkey (I love me some canned cranberry sauce). After dinner, I play another session much like the first. I get chided by one of the women I see all the time. She's a local and rolled a heater immediately after I left for dinner. They have a roll tracker and she threw for 40+ rolls. On a busy table, this is probably 30-45mins. The next shooter threw for 30+. This is what dice players dread, missing relatively long rolls. Nothing memorable during the second session but I was happy to book a first day that didn't end with me in a huge hole. I played some Double Bonus .25 VP at a bar that actually had draft beers. I played through a couple IPAs and broke even. I head to bed early as I was operating on just a few hours of sleep. Daily Damage: Down a couple hundo on dice. Down a couple hepatocytes on Glenlivet and beer. Day 2 started at 5:30. I get changed and head down and see nothing in the gym that should qualify as "open space." I ask the attendant and he points to an area in the middle of the room, surrounded by nautilus machines! LOL. Being the jump rope nut that I am, I brought both my indoor speed cable and my outdoor licorice rope. The guy gives me the OK to go outside by the pool. Stepping out of the gym, I realized this was the better option all along. Fresh air beats recycled gym sweat AC. I swear by my foam roller at home. It single-handedly fixed all my joint/back problems associated with jumping rope on concrete. I thought about bringing it but figured a couple days wouldn't matter. I spend 15min doing some static stretching and within a few minutes of jumping, I get an ache in my right knee. I struggle to finish about 75% of my usual time, cool down and head back to the room. I felt great the rest of the day and will make an effort to work out during every trip. I used to get up and play dice at an empty table. While my best ever session happened on an empty table, I've lost far more money forcing the action with the dice moving too fast... We head to the coffee shop for breakfast and the GF has a spa appointment in the late morning. She heads to the spa early to take advantage of all the fancy pools/spas/brine rooms. I think I played several sessions on this day but only 2 stick out. I bought in at stick right and played the above spread with the same action. I start strong, making 5 points in one hand. The table turns and i start to take a beating and get to all-in within an hour. I usually toke the dealers when my place bets hit at the $25/30 level. I will press my bet and add them to the same number for $5/6. Every time my number hits, they get a single unit press too. I've got a few dollar chips left so I go 2 way hard 6 and 8. I start rolling and bang! Hard 8. I never play the props but on occasion will bet this with my random singles. When they hit, I parley, looking at it like jackpot money. Apparently, the Atlantis has changed the way they handle tokes. You have to declare what you want them to do. 4-fingered Paul is on stick and he parley's the dealer hit as well. A few rolls later, BANG BANG! Hard 8. I take mine up to $50 and rack $50. The dealers go up to $20 with $80 on the wood. I'm getting really freaking excited at this point. That lady that chided me yesterday is also on the table. She is vietnamese and has a pretty thick accent. She's yelling "pair the dice," but it sounds like "pay da die!" Wouldn't you fucking know it? BOOOOM Hard 8 again! I feel really nervous about the dealer bet and would feel awful if I press up theirs and they lose this payout. I decide to take them down with $200 on the wood. I push mine to $100 and rack $400, believing I'm about to hit the next one for $1000. A few rolls later, the 7 shows. I can't even remember whether I made any points or if my other numbers hit. This brought me back to about even. Of course, I spent the rest of the trip chasing the same hardways and they never showed. We hit the buffet for lunch and I try to be respectable by getting a plateful of salad before gorging on prime rib, fried chicken, ribs, and a taco. After we go shopping. Her at Sierra Trading Post and me at the booze store. My local BevMo decided to stop carrying an apertif wine, Cocchi Americano, I've been really digging so want to stock up on it at Total Wine. I also pick up my daily drinker, Glenmorangie. We get back and play some VP and lose at BJ. We head to the deli for our usual Pastrami Reuben. We had the broccoli cheddar soup which I initially thought repulsive. After giving it a shot, it was freaking tasty. She heads off to play some slots and I buy in at dice again. I start with my usual spread but also go with 2way hard 6 and 8 on every roll. I get ground down to my last hundo. I decide on a change of scenery and move tables. I walked right into a heater. The guy throwing is a regular with a bad reputation. This guy is just rolling 5s and 9s with a few 8s. He throws all soft numbers, forcing me to feed my hardway bets. I get my place bets up to the $100 on the 5 and 9 and $120 on the 8. He finally sevens somewhere after his 50th roll. My GF walks up early in the roll and borrows $11 for a PL/odds bet. He held the dice for about an hour. As good as this was, he threw about 50% crap numbers. The horn bettors were going nuts. Near the end of his roll, there was non stop $10-$25 action on the horn. The game was slow as mud. The biggest bettor had this weird pass bet of a few pinks, blacks, greens and reds. His biggest bet was around $6k in odds which he hit once. The Atlantis switched over to the Sharpshooter bet from the Firebet. You get paid on the 3rd point made, maxing out at the 10th point. The shooter made 10 points and was on it for $5 for a $1500 payout. I colored out +400, starting from -400, making for quite a swing. My GF ended with a $90 profit from that starting $11 she borrowed from me. Daily Damage: net +200, making me near even for the trip. This was the first profitable day I've had in a long time. Day 3 started the same as Day 2. This time, I stretched in the room for about 30 mins and was able to go my full jump session without a problem. This is checkout day, so we go for some pastries and immediately hit the tables. On the back of a break-even first 2 days, I decide to step up the action. In addition to my usual spread, I place $30 on the 6 or 8 if we come out on the 6 or 8. This puts me at about $70 in starting action. Of course, my luck turns and I blow a couple buy ins pretty quickly. Luckily, I limited my starting stake to not get too carried away. I try my hand at a Willy Wonka slot at max bet, $3.50. I get a couple bonus rounds but eventually get felted as well. In the span of a couple hours, I'm down my soft daily limit and decide to call it. We actually check out on time and hit the road much earlier than expected. I debated whether to do this TR live when I first arrived, but I wanted to enjoy the gambol without having to remember all the minutiae. I realized when I'm losing, I enjoy doing live TRs since it gives me something else to do. When I'm breaking even or winning, I want to keep going. I'm glad we took this trip as it was finally a not-terrible trip. Even though it was technically a loss, it did a lot to restore my gambling confidence. I don't subscribe to the gambler's fallacy, but we can't have all losing trips, right? Next up, we head to Vegas for some NBA summer league action. After staying away for a year, I still had free Flamingo room offers. My original plan was to pay for a nicer MGM prop and not gamble very much. After this Reno trip, I'm ready to throw down!