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Spring Break Gambling On The MS Gulf Coast

Discussion in 'Non-Vegas Trip Reports' started by RebelDiceMan, Apr 21, 2009.

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  1. RebelDiceMan

    RebelDiceMan High-Roller

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    My Trip Report

    I just tried to proof this and realized how long it is. I occasionally get off the gambling path a little bit but it is hard for me to leave out stuff that was central to the story. If you have ever read one of my TRs, you already know what I mean.

    Our spring break was a couple of weeks ago and I could think of no where I would rather be than down on the Coast gambling. The plan was to spend one night at The Grand Biloxi (which will become The Margaritaville Casino sometime later this century) and then move over to The Hard Rock for two more nights. The night at The Grand was mostly to let them know I was still kicking and keep me on their mailing list but I wanted to do some more serious gambling at The Hard Rock.
    Check-in at The Grand was super quick and we were in the room 5 minutes after turning the keys over to the valet guy. As requested, we had a nice view of the pool directly beneath us and the Gulf across the highway. So far, they have not built enough floors over there at the Margaritaville site to block the view. In fact, I hope they limit the floors there so that the view from this side of the highway is not blocked. Back before Katrina, I thought the rooms on this side of the highway were the best ones on property and I still like them. Very comfortable.
    By the time they brought our luggage up, it was still a few minutes shy of 3 O'clock. After putting a few beers on ice to cool down, I began changing for the pool. It was a bright sunny day and I could see a number of guests taking advantage of the pool from my window. One thing Katrina did not ruin was the very nice pool area that the Grand has and I was ready to get down there to enjoy it. BTW- the fence around The Margaritaville job site still proclaims an opening date in late 2010 but the people I talked to said that they would be happy if construction merely resumed by then. Right now there is absolutely no work being done on the project.
    Once my beers had been chilled and I had my pool clothes on, I secured me a comfortable lounge chair between the outdoor hot tub and the pool and began scanning my spring break reading homework. It was Daniel Negrenau's (well known poker pro) new poker book. Even for a poker book, it was pretty light reading and that is what I wanted. There are too many distractions at a casino hotel pool to have to really concentrate on serious poker concepts and strategies. The next three hours consisted of reading, drinking, and enjoying the views around the pool. I finally ran out of beer and headed up to the room to get ready for the casino action.
    Once down on the casino floor, I made my way to the video poker bar in front of the stage. (actually, it is the only VP bar in the Grand now) I settled in at a dollar JOB game (machine 8189) that had been very good to me last time I was here and fed in my first C-note. Well, ole 8189 must have found out I had been running around on her in other casinos because she sure did give me the cold shoulder this time. It didn't take me long at all to burn thru that first hundred. I fed in another and gave it another try. This time was a little better but I still struggled to get any traction and once again found my credit meter squarely on zero. At least I did hit 2 full houses on this go round. (I record straights and above for every session) I only had one lonely flush on that first hundred. After burning thru those two Benjamins without even a decent uptick in my TR totals, I decided to give VP a rest for a while.
    Since I had gotten a fresh beer before leaving the bar, I took a stroll around. I checked out the new asian themed room. It looked nice but I wasn't going to play any mini-bac tonight so it was a short visit. One thing about The Grand in it's post Katrina configuration; it doesn't take all that long to make the rounds. I wanted to play some blackjack but it didn't look like that was gonna work. Every single blackjack table was either a 21+3 game (you play BJ and 3 card poker at the same time) which had limits under $25 or the two regular blackjack tables that were open with higher (one $25 & one $50) limits. I wasn't planning on playing green here as I wanted to make sure my bankroll stayed relatively intact for when I got to The Hard Rock. Unable to find anything I particularly wanted to gamble at, I went down to the bar in the lobby of the hotel for a bite to eat.
    I actually enjoy the lobby bar a great deal. It is very comfortable and you have good people watching as folks continually come and go between the hotel and casino. Another thing good is that I can pay for everything with my TR points which I always seem to have plenty of. We had made our usual stop at Rose's Barbeque just outside Hattiesburg on the way down so I wasn't starving or anything. Therefore, all I got was a fried crawfish tail appetizer and eventually three beers. As usual, the crawfish were tasty(crawfish were just coming into season and were super fresh) and the beer was ice cold. Nothing remarkable happened but at least it was a break from the casino and it was definitely less expensive.
    After that little break, I was ready to try some more gambling. During the break, I had remembered the good run I had experienced shooting craps here last summer. They only had one table open with 6-8 players. I bought in for $500 and hoped for a repeat of that last happy event. The dice didn't take long to come around to me as none of the other shooters seemed able to make even a single point. My first roll was sort of a good news/bad news deal. The good news is that my roll was better than any of theirs had been but the bad news was that it was still relatively sucky. I collected one place bet on the 6 and then made my point of 9. That was it for this first roll as I soon seven'd out. As the dice made their way around the table, things didn't improve to any degree. I would collect a few place bets and an occasional point would be made but it was a steady downhill slide that my bankroll was taking. My second time to roll came and it was even worse than the first. I won exactly zero before losing the dice.
    Having had memorable comebacks on cold dice tables before (anyone who read an earlier Beau Rivage TR in which I "carried" a dice table on my back knows what I am talking about) and that made me reluctant to give up on this table despite it being cold as ice. By now, most of the players still at the table were just passing the dice and that left it up to me and 2 guys on the other end to try and get something going. I eventually had three more rolls but only one showed a decent profit. Finally putting some chips back into my rack instead of constantly taking them out lulled me into thinking that things might have turned around. I was wrong. That one little positive roll (up about $100 on it) was the only winning roll the entire time I was on this table. I finally lost my entire buy-in and gave up. What was really aggravating was how short a time it took to lose that $500. All this took place in less than 90 minutes and was probably just over an hour.
    That quick bankroll deplenishment left me in a funk. I get that way sometimes when there is no back and forth with regard to wins/losses while gambling. Most of my gambling sessions are win some/lose some and even the ones that wind up being a losing session don't bug me because I enjoyed playing for a while. A session like this where not only do you lose, lose, lose but you also seem to be setting speed records for doing so just seems to drain both my enthusiasim and my money clip. So there I was, ticked off at my gambling ineffectiveness but not yet ready to call it a night. Times like this make the shortcomings of The Grand most evident. If you want to do something other than gamble, there are very few options if the pool is not an alternative. Their lack of space just doesn't allow them to include nightclubs or other non-gambling alternatives. Usually at a time like this, I would go to the poker room where I am pretty confident I could recoup some of my losses and pass a few hours. Unfortunately, The Grand doesn't have enough room to offer poker.
    Remembering that I still had $40 worth of free play that I had not yet used helped me reach a decision. I went back to the VP stage bar and fed in another hundred plus my $40 coupon. While this machine did not kill my credit balance with a quick death similar to the French guillotine as the earlier machines had done, it nevertheless caused it's demise with a slower, more painful process similar to the Chinese "Death of a thousand cuts". Never enough to cash out and always on a slow downward spiral. At least I had time to drink more than one beer (or two) on this machine.
    Finally recognizing that this just wasn't my night to win, I switched over to the .25 machines on the other end of the bar with a plan of playing slow and just chilling out with my last couple of beers before bedtime. Oh by the way, all of this wonderful gambling was taking place on St. Patrick's Day. Even though the genealogists say we came from France, my looks and love of ale lead me to believe that there might be a sneaky Irishman somewhere in my past. If so, I sure had no "Luck of the Irish" despite the big green and pearl beads I was wearing that even had a lepraucan hanging off of it. You can bet (and win) that if I find myself gambling on a future St. Paddy's day, I sure as hell won't have those "lucky" beads on. Anyway, I piddled around for about an hour on a .25 JOB machine while I drank those last two beers before taking off for the much needed rest I craved. I still managed to drop another $40 on the quarter machine. I was definitely north pole cold on this night.
    The next morning broke bright and sunny. I only wish my mood had been similar. I had a feeling of dread when I did my usual post-gambling inspection of my bankroll. Well, the dread was justified. I had managed to deplete my bankroll to the tune of almost $900. I had wanted to be well stocked when I hit the Hard Rock but now I had blown thru more than my allocated .33% of bankroll and would be entering the Hard Rock a little more short stacked than I had anticipated.
    We checked out a little early and had plenty of time before we planned to check into the Hard Rock so we drove across the new bridge over to Ocean Springs. We had seen a big gift shop with a large concrete yard when we took this route to I-10 on an earlier trip and wanted to take a closer look. The name of this place turned out to be Dino's and I was super impressed with all the stuff that they had. They had one really large outdoor display area with all sorts of concrete statues, fountains, and outdoor decorations. They also had a huge variety of metal-work outdoor decorations such as big saltwater sized fish painted in a rainbow of colors, crawling lizards up to six feet long, and many, many metal sun and moon faces. There was an extensive collection of Mexican made pottery and chimmenera type things. They had another outdoor display area on the other side of their building that had smaller items such as stepping stones and smaller statuary and metal-work. Indoors they had more things than I feel like describing or you feel like reading about. They had sections of the store devoted to nautical stuff, native american stuff, tropical island stuff, cowboy stuff, pirate stuff, and fishing stuff(not lures/bait but decorative items with a fishing theme). Probably the coolest thing I saw was a life sized (7 ft long-about a foot or so tall) Kimoda Dragon carved out of a cocunut tree trunk. It had a burnt orange tint to the wood and looked very lifelike due to the incredible detail in the scales of the lizard. It only cost $900 so it is still there. Many times you will run across stuff in tourist area gift shops that seems of very shoddy construction. Dino's was not that type gift shop. Most everything we saw was of very good quality but had pretty reasonable prices on most things. (Kimoda Dragon aside) If you like shopping for these type items, The Baboo and I both highly recommend this spot.
    After all that shopping and walking around in the concrete yard, we were both ready for something to eat. McElroy's Seafood was just about our favorite place on the coast to eat pre-Katrina. We had not had a chance to try the new place yet. This was a perfect opportunity. We were already in Ocean Springs and McElroys was the last building before we went back across the bridge to Biloxi. They have a beautiful new building located on the back bay side of the highway that gives them even more room than they had before the storm. The back of the restaurant features large windows that allows you to look out over a marshy habitat with the back bay waterway a little further away in the background. It was quite entertaining to watch the pelicans and occasional heron (Baboo loves herons) going about the business of gathering their own lunch as we enjoyed our own. Being the big eater, I went with the Fish & Shrimp Platter while The Baboo got a local's favorite, Biloxi Bacon. (fried mullet). Both were delicious. The draft beer I was drinking came in big frosty goblets with ice dripping off the side. Man, this was still a great place. Service was outstanding which made this a meal without fault. McElroy's has a wooden deck that leads down to a pier to accomodate the customers that arrive by boat. After we ate, we walked down there to get a closer look at what was going on doen in the marsh. It was very calming down there and we got several nice photos of pelicans including one who landed on one of the pier posts about 10 feet from us. I just re-read this and realized I said down 3 times. The deck is a series of steps & platforms leading down to the pier which is probably 30 feet lower in elevation than the restaurant. After our little bout of nature communing we were ready for the excitement of the Hard Rock.
    Even though it was only about 1:30, check in was a breeze and even fun. We were fortunate enough to get the same desk clerk that checked us in a few weeks earlier. We both remembered him (he had been real helpful that time too) and he claimed to remember us so it was old-home week. He was able to fulfill our pool view request and put us directly over that magnificent HR pool. He did warn us that we were on the same floor as their nightclub, Rise. BTW- we were in room 1215. The room next to us was room 1211 so I guess the HR has no #13 rooms. Once in the room, we again had to discuss how much we liked what the Hard Rock had done with the room. 90% of our vacations are spent in casino rooms so we have seen a lot of them. We have gotten spoiled by that and pretty much just expect to have great beds and expansive bathrooms. Now, it seems that the small touches that reveal an attention to detail are what we really notice. The room had a "Lucky Thai" plant that The Baboo was familiar with. That perked her up. Hey, anything that is supposed to bring luck is a good thing in a casino. What I noticed this trip that I really liked was that whenever you turned on the TV the first thing that came up was "Welcome to The Hard Rock Mr. *****! ROCK ON! I guess that flashes me back to the 70's or something but it made me smile every time I saw it. This room was very similar to the one we stayed in a few weeks ago. Double sinks, mirrored glass semi-partition between the bath area and the bed area,faux hardwood floor in the foyer, cool decorative scheme and very comfortable king bed. The main difference in this one and the earlier one was that this room did not have the huge shower with 3 shower heads. Instead, this one had a regular shower but also had an oversized tub with jaquzzi jets. Wow, that thing was comfortable to relax in. I am pretty sure it would hold two people but we didn't try that this trip.
    Since we had gotten checked in so early, there was plenty of time for sunning by the pool. As soon as we got in the room I had iced down a few (6) beers. I put them all in their own individual huggers and loaded them into my beach bag. There were considerably more people here at the Hard Rock pool than there had been at The Grand the day before. The median age had also dipped a decade or more. It was a bright sunny day with 80 degree temps. Soon I had me a nice comfortable lounge chair overlooking the Gulf and a cold beer in my hand. One thing of note was that there were several groups that had coolers with them. The HR had not started cocktail service out at the pool yet so I doubt that will be allowed when they do. But until then, it looks like it is allowed for now. I spent the next two hours just soaking up Daniel Negraunu's poker wisdom, sipping a few Miller Lites and enjoying the views at the pool. About an hour after I got down there, a group of about 10-12 LSU girls arrived and they seemed to be in the mood to party. The decible level picked up for sure. They were pretty entertaining and had made their headquarters around the hot tub about 30 feet to my left. The Hard Rock has these really cool round hammocks that are about 8-10 feet across. They have 3 but only one was actually hooked up this day. It never stayed empty for long. Once it did empty, the LSU girls filled it up. The hammock was directly in front of my chair about 15-20 feet away. I watched in amazement as they climbed in and eventually got 9 of them in there at one time. The Baboo didn't join me until later because she prefers the late afternoon sun. Once she arrived, we both remarked on how pleasant this pool area was with the constant Gulf breezes and beautiful landscaping. One other thing of note is that you can access the Hard Rock Cafe from the pool if you want a drink. They have a second floor deck that adjoins the HRC. Just go up the stairs. Eventually, the round hammock opened up again and we decided to try it out. It was like floating on a cloud with the breeze blowing all around you. We both enjoyed that and recommend it for you. We just enjoyed the pool time until it got close to 5 PM. Registration for the HR blackjack tournament began at 5 and I wanted to play in it. The first round started at 6. The Baboo decided to stay and get a little more sun so I went up to the room to change and hit the casino floor.
    I had never played this particular tournament and had no idea of it's format. I got to the registration table about 5:40 and was told that the 6 PM round was already full. I could still get in the 7 PM round and that is what I did. I found out that they have 3 preliminary rounds at 6,7,and 8 followed by the semifinals at 9 and the finals immediately after the semis. There seemed to be a lot of interest in this tourny. Lots of people watching the full tables. Having over an hour before my round, I made my way up to the Center Bar. I really enjoy playing VP here. I usually sit on the end close to the servers station and get great service from the bartenders. They were actually getting me a fresh beer before I was even through with the one I was drinking. I quickly fed in a Benjamin and got started on a little JOB. Right off the bat, I hit a flush. I was sure hoping this was a sign of good things to come. I played for a while and decided to watch the end of the 6 PM round in the tournament. I was able to cash with a $50 profit. That doesn't sound like much but it was the first winning session I had enjoyed at anything since getting to the coast. It definitely raised my spirits. As I walked around the tournament area, I saw several familiar faces from the tournament trail. At least I didn't see any of the real sharks from the coast that play a lot of BJ tournaments.
    I spent the few minutes between the 6 PM round and my round going back over the rules again. Now it was time to play. I wasn't too happy to see one of the folks I knew to be a tournament regular sit down at my table. I have talked with and played against him a number of times up at the Silver Star so we made a little small talk before our round began. I wish I could remember exactly what happened in the round but it has been a while and I have no notes on that. The important thing is that I was somehow able to win my table and advance to the semi-finals. Yeehaa. Now I had a full hour to spend until the semis. Back to the Center Bar I went. Once again, the VP Gods smiled on me. I hit a succession of straights and flushes that kept my credit meter comfortably above what I had started with. Then I saw my first 4OAK (8's) of the trip. By the time I had to play the semifinals of the tournament, I had done well enough to take a $120 profit from this machine. Things were definitely looking up here.
    My semi-final round wasn't much to talk about. This tournament only played 15 hands per round. After the 7th hand I had 3 people at least $200 ahead of me so I had to make a move. I had been betting small the first 7 hands and had actually increased my stack a little bit. Unfortunately, once I went to big bets in an effort to catch the leaders, I lost 4 straight hands and was eliminated. At least I now had a little time before the wild card drawings. The way things had been going, you have to know where I went. Yeah, you are right. I was right back at the Center Bar. I didn't have a real long time to play but I managed to walk with a $25 profit. Hey, I can enjoy a nibble as well as a big chomp when I am trying to claw out of a deficit.
    As usual, I didn't luck into a wild card so back to the Center Bar. Getting a beer and settling in, I was ready for action. I hadn't been playing long when The Baboo found me. I was happy to share the news that my dismal streak at The Grand seemed to have been broken. She grabbed the seat next to me and pulled up one of the bonus games that she likes. Our ever attentive bartender quickly took her order and soon delivered her a Cuba Libra Lite. (Rum & diet coke) She had already been active on the slot machines but had not had much luck. A few decent hits here and there but not enough to generate a profit. We just played our way thru another round of drinks enjoying each other's company. Often times I am on some table while she is out in the slot jungle and we don't get to spend that much gambling time together. That is one good thing about VP bars. We both enjoy playing VP and we can do it together. I think she likes the ease of getting a drink more than the VP but that has changed a little since she had her first big jackpot a while back.
    After that second round of drinks, she decided to go hit the slots a little more and then call it a night. Her sister was going to drive over the next day and when she gets in a casino, the gambling gets a lot more frenzied. The Baboo was going to need a little rest if she was going to keep up. Not long after she left, I hit my second 4OAK (J's) of the trip. That allowed me to cash with another $50 in profits. So far, the Center Bar had been pretty good to me. Still, I felt the tables calling me so up I got.
    The Hard Rock had a much better selection of blackjack games and I was able to find a nice double deck pitch game with at $25 limits. The table had 3 other guys on it and every one was pleasant company. Fortunately, it seemed like the entire table was winning a little. We would have occasional guests drop in and play on our table for a while but that core group of us four played together for almost 3 hours. I had won my first hand and I don't think I ever got over $50 behind the whole night. I wasn't going on big runs and getting way ahead (then I would have cashed out) but there were never any long losing streaks either. Just a lot of back and forth. Hey, I am OK with that because I like playing and we had a fun table. Eventually, I came to the realization that I probably needed some sleep too and bid those three amigos adios. My good fortune continued as I took away just over $200 in profit from this table. Once I got to the room, I pretty much crashed out and wandered around sleepy town for the rest of the night. Boy that big ole pillow top bed sure did sleep good.
    Once again the day was bright and sunny. Thankfully, my spirits were brighter today also. I knew I had won last night but would not have an exact count until I examined my bankroll. Multiple beers throughout the day make an accurate accounting slightly difficult. My wins the night before had rebuilt my bankroll back to $1,500. Now I was no longer short stacked and could play any way I wanted to.
    The Baboo's sister called and they got on the phone for a while. (calls between The Baboo and either of her sister's often stretch into 3 hour marathons) Since I had finished off the last of my stash of Miller Lite yesterday at the pool, I decided to make a run to the store. I also wanted to drop by Treasure Bay and give them a little play. I always thought they had some of the best customer service of any casino on the coast pre-Katrina and that is one thing that they did not lose in the storm. They are the only casino that let me put "Mr. Lucky" as the name on my players card. I want to do my part to keep them in business even if I know I probably won't ever stay there.
    Once I got resupplied, I quickly made my way to Treasure Bay. My favorite spot here is the VP located on the second floor by the table games area. This was the first day of March Madness and I was soon as happy as could be with a decent 9/5 JOB game, plenty of cold beer, and meaningful sports on the multiple TVs. I was only playing .50 because I wanted to stay here and enjoy the atmosphere for a while without putting a great deal of money at risk. The beers they were giving me actually had slivers of ice in it which made me even happier. Over the course of the 90 minutes I stayed here, I caught plenty of flushes (7) and straights (3) to keep my credit meter healthy but never a big enough hit to cash out. I played for an hour and a half before finally cashing out with $25 loss. I considered it time well spent.
    Once back at the Hard Rock, The Baboo told me her sister would be here in an hour and they were to meet up in the room. The sister had not eaten so the play was for them to do a little gambling and then we would all eat. I didn't see how to work in some meaningful pool time before we ate so I headed downstairs with instructions to Baboo to stop by the Center Bar when they came downstairs. I found a machine in my same general area but a little closer to the middle than before. You can't see the TVs very well from down by the server's station and I wanted to watch some of the basketball games. Luckily, these Center Bar bartenders can be as attentive when you are in the middle as they can when you are right next to them. It was an hour or so later when I saw the sisters making there way around the bar. They were running their faces a mile a minute. I was glad to see it because I know how much they enjoy getting to see one another. They sat down in the two seats to my left and The Baboo threw a twenty in her machine to play a little. She got her usual Cuba Libra Lite and her sister ordered a screwdriver. The bartender didn't blink an eye when he placed all three drinks (I got a fresh beer) down on the bar even though only two of us were actually playing. We chit-chatted for a while as we tried to coax a Royal out of these machines. We decided to meet and eat the buffet in an hour. Once our plans were made, they cut out for their favorite kind of gambling - the mighty slots.
    Since I was still treading water on this machine, I stuck it out here until it was time to meet them at the buffet. I eventually zeroed out my credit meter about the time I was supposed to meet them so off I went. We had some combination of comps that allowed us to eat free but at this time I cannot remember whose account actually paid for it. I think The Baboo's sister has one of the higher level tiers in their player's club which allowed us to sit in some sort of special little section. (I know it wasn't because of me or The Baboo) It wasn't much different from anything else but we enjoyed it. I really like the Hard Rock buffet. This was only my third time to eat there but it has been very good all three times. My only problem is trying to show some restraint and not eat so much that I am miserable for three hours. This was a pretty good while ago and the only thing I can remember any of us getting was the crab legs that sister got. She loves them and before long we had a huge pile of crab remains on our table. I do remember that I made 2 trips to the dessert area but I can't remember what I selected.
    After that repaste, we were ready for some more gambling. They took off for their favorite slots and I went back to the Center Bar for some video poker, basketball, and beer. I played for maybe an hour without much happening one way or the other. When I hit a full house that put my credit meter back over $100, I decided to take a break to see what they were up to. I found them seated back to back playing identical $ Top Dollar machines. Not facing each other did not hinder their conversation one bit. They were still steady talking. I took a seat next to Baboo and got caught up on their activities. The Baboo immediately gave me the bad news that she had been forced to write a check. Fortunately, things had improved some since then and now she was getting a little of it back. A cocktail waitress came by and took their orders. Even though I was obviously not playing, she asked me what I would like to drink. Gotta love the Hard Rock. They don't seem to sweat the little things like some places do. I sat around watching them thru 2 beers. It was fun watching these two go at it. Whenever either of them would hit the bonus round, they would both get involved in the decision of what offer to take. The Baboo is notorious for wanting to hold out for the big bonus and not take mediocre offers. Today, she seemed a little more amenable to taking those mid-range offers. It must have been the check she had to write. Anyway, they both were doing OK so I decided to go back to the Center Bar.
    Since there was a free slot tournament being played today, we all agreed that we should play it. I told them to pick me up when they were ready. I guess they got antsy because they came in got me about 30 minutes later. That was good because I had already lost $50. We went over to the tournament area and got in line. That is one good thing about this free tournament. You don't have to be there for a specific round or time. You just get in line and play. The line moves pretty fast and you can actually wait until you see that it is pretty short to join it.
    When it was our turn to play, we were assigned the last two machines on a row and the one on the opposite side. I changed places so I could get the single machine and they could sit next to each other. I could still see their machines but was unable to talk with them. Even though I got the best score I have gotten in this tournament (over 50K), neither I nor the sisters even placed in the money.
    Still it was a lot of fun and it was free entertainment.
    We had pooled our money and played roulette together the last time we got together at Harrah's New Orleans. It had been a huge, huge amount of fun so we decided to give it a whirl again. We each put up $50 and bought in at an open roulette table. The table had a $10 minimum but that was OK. We pretty much played all inside bets (the numbers) and won a few/lost a few. Of course, it was a lot of fun to call for our numbers and celebrate together anytime we won. We actually played for a pretty good while before we finally went on a cold streak that tapped us out. I was partly to blame for our demise. The wheel had landed on black 5 times and I put $10 of our money on red. It came black. Now I put $15 on red and it again
     
  2. RebelDiceMan

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    Sorry for this winding up in two posts. I have been around the world copying and pasting to get this TR up. I don't have any idea why it cut out this part of the report. Here is what happened the rest of the night.

    We had pooled our money and played roulette together the last time we got together at Harrah's New Orleans. It had been a huge, huge amount of fun so we decided to give it a whirl again. We each put up $50 and bought in at an open roulette table. The table had a $10 minimum but that was OK. We pretty much played all inside bets (the numbers) and won a few/lost a few. Of course, it was a lot of fun to call for our numbers and celebrate together anytime we won. We actually played for a pretty good while before we finally went on a cold streak that tapped us out. I was partly to blame for our demise. The wheel had landed on black 5 times and I put $10 of our money on red. It came black. Now I put $15 on red and it again came black. We put everything we had left (maybe $20) on numbers but even with us covering a bunch of numbers, that wheel found one without any brown chips on it and we were done. Except for ole stupido me. That last spin where we put all of our remaining money on number bets had also come up black. That made 8 black in a row. BTW- I am fully aware that previous events have no influence on future events and that a thousand blacks in a row doesn't make the next spin any more likely to come up red than any other spin. Even with that knowledge, I am drawn like a moth to a flame to try a 3 step martingale anytime I see a pattern over 6 consecutive. So, here is ole stupido throwing a hundy down asking for four quarters. I place my $50 on red and get ready for the spin. Of course it is black. Down goes the next two green chips. (now I am going to be happy just to get a win and my money back) The spin comes up black again. I told you I do this with a 3 step martingale so I pull out another hundred and request a black chip. This hundred dollar bet does no better than the two previous $50 bets as black comes up for the 11th consecutive time. At least I have the discipline to limit these larks to a 3 step. So now I am done at this table but I still have to see how long it will go. A young girl walks by and sees the results board. She immediately reaches in her purse and pulls out a couple of twenties. Of course it goes on red. I silently wish her luck. Too bad, black again. She quits. Finally, on the 13th spin the streak is broken and red appears. Well, that sucked but I have hit enough of those initial $50 bets over the years that I will probably continue this wayward habit. This was the first time in 4-5 years that it actually went all 3 spins and bit me in the butt.
    By now it was after dark and The Baboo's sister was needing to go home. I said my goodbye's and they left to go up to the room before she left. I made my way back to the Center Bar to see if I could get my mojo back after that disaster at the roulette wheel. I played for a couple of hours on a hundred before finally zeroing out. As hard as this is to believe, I was also about tired of playing video poker. I decided to take a swing at a WOF jackpot. A local guy had hit for over 14 million here at the Hard Rock about 2 weeks before we got here so maybe this was the lucky spot. I put 3 twenties in the machine and fired it up. I did manage to hit one 60 credit lick but certainly not anything close to a jackpot. At least I got to play for a little while. The last three times I have took a crack at WOF, I have not earned even a single credit. Those were only $30 tries but you would think I would have won something off of 30 spins.
    I found myself at a crossroads. I was down to $700. I could either cut my losses and go to either my room or the poker room. Neither particularly appealed to me. I wasn't ready for bed and I was not at all impressed with the Hard Rock poker room when I played there on an earlier trip. My other option was to get back on a table and try to get my money back. I am a gambler so of course I chose to take option B. Finding a nice $25 pitch blackjack table I settled in and bought in for $500. I would still have $200 for any expenses on the trip home tomorrow plus the always handy plastic. It turned out to be a wise choice. Once again, we had a table that stayed together for a long time. There were two buddies that were sitting in the first two spots when I sat down and an older guy (even compared to me) about half-way between us. The two guys were still there when I left 3 hours later and the older guy hung in there with us for at least 2 hours. All three of them were at least holding their own or winning a little. I, on the other hand, was absolutley killing the dealer. Actually, Instead of killing them, I was showing them the love as I toked them after every blackjack & successful double down. I would venture to guess that I hit over 15 blackjacks in that 3 hour period. (you could statistically expect 9) My double-downs were mostly winning and life seemed good. Even my table-mates were remarking on my good fortune. It certainly wasn't that I was any better player than them. They were all solid players who were strict adherants to basic strategy. It was just that I was getting tremendous cards. By the time I colored up, I got 2 barneys (purple $500 chips), 4 blacks ($100) and a green pushed over to me. Counting the $300 I had squirreled away into my pockets over the course of the night, I had won twelve hundred dollars on this table. Hooray. Hooray. This was my best hit on a single table in quite a while. That made me sleep great that night.
    The next day after we checked out, we decided to stop at that monument that is just across a short parking lot from the Hard Rock parking garage exit. We had seen this place a jillion times but never actually stopped at it. The most striking aspect is the upper part (including crow's nest) of a ship's mast. Once we got over there, we discovered that it was the mast from the U.S.S. Biloxi, a destroyer commissioned in WWII. After the war, they decommisioned her and the city was somehow able to procur the mast. There was a plaque that detailed the Biloxi's war record. In addition to the mast, there were also a couple of naval anti-aircraft guns and 5 ancient cannon barrels that had been salvaged from a wreck on the bottom of the Gulf and were hundreds of years old. The most moving part of this monument was a collage of etched photographs depicting Mississippians who had made the greatest sacrifice while serving their country. The newest entry was of a young marine killed in Iraq who lived about 10 miles below Meridian, my hometown. We were both glad that we had finally made the stop.
    After that we loaded up and made a quick run thru Beau Rivage to let The Baboo play her freeplay. We were at the Breeze Bar when she was playing either bonus or double bonus and hit quad aces for a pretty nice hit. I, on the other hand, didn't hit squat and lost $140. At least the basketball was entertaining. I didn't see the bartender who was working the day I hit that Royal here a few weeks ago. Maybe I should only play when he is working. The Baboo did take her freeplay and the money she won off the aces to go play for a pretty good while. Once we left the Beau, we went back to Ocean Springs and the Dinos gift shop to actually load up all the stuff we had picked out earlier. Finally, it was time to head north for home.
     
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