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Miller12pack

Miller12pack

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I got asked to leave from Nevada Club. It has been gone for years-across from the bus depot. I was drunk and security asked me to leave. They found out I was staying there and they escorted me to my room. One other time, I was staying at Gold Spike,20years ago. They would not give me another beer at the blackjack table,but they said I could keep playing. I left and went to Lady Luck and it was good.
 
LOL, I've never been thrown out of a casino, ever.

Closest I remember was a group of us were asked to leave a bar (Budd's in Jackson Heights) decades ago when one of the guys in our party got a bit rowdy. ("Why do you people always come to this place last?") :)
 
I was once told that I was not welcome back at the Kansas Star near Wichita for 24 hours. I had my 40th birthday party there, and the group of us spent thousands of dollars eating, drinking and gambling there. Security came by 15 minutes before the stated time to collect our remaining drinks,and one of my friends asked for a refund for his $5 dollar drink since they would not let him drink it (and were collecting items early). For some reason, the pit boss decided to call security, and they had five security thugs surround my friend (who never even raised his voice with anyone). They got walked out of the place, and I was so pissed (and embarrassed) about the way my out of town friends were treated in their first visit to Kansas that I let the security staff know how I felt about it.

And then I was invited not to return for a day. I haven't been back since. Their loss.
 
Never happened to me... I've been frozen out of blackjack twice (in 30 years), but never asked to leave nor escorted out.
Almost happened to me & my son a few years ago at Harrah's... it was my son's 21st birthday trip/present from me...flew him out there & gave him money for gambling.
He didn't yet have his new driver's license, but the old one still showed his birth date. He also had his TR Player's card (that he already got earlier from a different CET casino). They didn't care - they told us that, not only could he not gamble there, he could not even stand behind the table as I gambled.
I got pissed & let them know it.
They threatened to kick us both out. I told them not to bother - we were leaving.
...and I've never set foot in the place since.
 

  • First Night of The Annual Spring Trip! Tue-Thur nights @ the Fremont
This story has been told so many times between my group of friends, that I'm not sure if every detail is accurate, but here is my best account...

For my bachelor party, a dozen guys went out to Vegas, staying at the Planet Hollywood. The first full day, a few people started day drinking vodka, using kool-aid powder as the mixer. Not mixed kool-aid. Just the powder. They go to the pool, and one guy, Sean, nearly trips and falls into the pool while still fully dressed. A few people poolside give him the sarcastic clap for managing to not fall in. For whatever reason, he decided to one up himself by swan diving into the pool. He was fully dressed, with his backpack on his back - containing his wallet, cell phone, digital camera back when that wasn't part of your cell phone... Security ends up heading over, and he tries to get away by walking into the snack bar kitchen. Gets told he can't be in there, so he heads over towards the VIP cabanas. He tries to do a secret agent style crawl under the velvet rope, and gets snagged on it, knocking it over, before security finally catches up to him. They tell him he has to go back to his room or else he'll be thrown out of the hotel. He wouldn't listen to his friends, or to security. The only people who could get through to him was this older couple that for whatever reason chose to get involved. He was livid, having lost a few hundred dollars the night before. His quote at the time was, "I've lost my money, my wallet, my phone, my camera... I'm ruined! My life is over! I might as well go around punching people in the face!" The older couple finally convinced him to head upstairs, where we took advantage of his limited responsiveness by covering him with complimentary wadded-up newspaper and complimentary Axe body spray, before dumping his mattress sideways and leaving him in a heap in that narrow space between the bed and the wall. We all went to dinner, where former President Bill Clinton walked in (celebrity sighting!), passing right by the remaining eleven of us.

Post script - around midnight that night, as I was walking back from Casino Royale to catch up with some of the group at Imperial Palace, I get a call on my cell phone that comes up as Sean. I answer, and he explains that he caught up with the group at IP. One of our buddies had taken apart his phone to air out, salvaging it, and that he had a run at the craps table to recoup his losses. Greatest single-day recovery I'd ever seen!
 
the security here is nothing special, all they can do is ask you to leave and lead you either to the hotel or outside of the building...only thing they have is a gold jacket or green shirt...ive had friends fall out of chairs drunk or acting stupid and asked to leave.

my only incedent was maybe two years ago, im in bottle service in masquerade, harrahs new orleans. the bartender who knows who I am and good friends with the person I was with, was filling juice and water mixers for bottle service, I drank plenty that day, acted like I was going to grab the juice pitcher while she was pouring, I never got within a foot of the pitcher. instead of a "dont do that", "im having a bad day" or "stop before I have to call security"

she called the police, not security, the police. lady pops up and tells me I have to leave, I said ok, im waiting for my friend to get her drink, she didnt know what happened. the cop says again, "sir you need to leave or you are going to jail' she put her hand on my shoulder. i remember quite well, i jerked my shoulder to get her hand off and said " dont fucking touch me, as soon as my friend gets her drink, we will leave" she stepped back kind of shocked.

we walked out of masquerade and once outside the club in the regular casino, they didnt care what we done, didnt make us leave the property, just the club...my friend was trying to figure out what I done and I told her...next day the bartender says she was having a bad day and didnt handle it right, then apologized quite a bit after finding out I was 7*
 
After an Eagles game, my buddy and I start a pub crawl through South Philly. At the last stop, the bartender comes up and says "Here's a beer on the house and then be on your way. The regulars here don't like people they don't know." Message received loud and clear.

Same thing happened at a biker bar once, too. Only she didn't offer the free beer. She let me buy a 6 pack to take out and go far away. This one dude straight out of central casting stared at me with the stink eye the entire time I was in there.
 
And this is why I explain to my 15 year old son, whose mother (my ex-wife) is a recovering alcoholic, why nothing positive ever happened from drinking alcohol . . . . . .
 
NewOrleansSlimm said:
you are only looking at the negatives, good things happen too
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I respect the rights of others to drink, even to excess, and I'm not looking to get into an argument with you, but when was the last time you read:

"Cure for cancer discovered. Researcher admits he/she was drunk".
 
DaiLun said:
And this is why I explain to my 15 year old son, whose mother (my ex-wife) is a recovering alcoholic, why nothing positive ever happened from drinking alcohol . . . . . .
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Homer Simpson vehemently disagrees.
 
Wife and I were at Gold Spike. I was drinking a lot of Crown Royal from a large plastic cup from a bar on Fremont. Playing blackjack and winning. Went to cash out and noticed a nice Gold Spike shirt hanging on the wall behind the cage. I asked to purchase one but they didn't have a size large. That's when the fiasco began. I asked for a size large from another worker in the cage. He told me they were in a box locked up in the manager's office and he couldn't sell them. I asked why not. He said because only the manager can open the box to verify the number of shirts contained within. Perhaps I was a little snide when I said that the casino trusted him to count the money but not count the shirts?! He told me that perhaps the security station would be able to sell me a shirt. (It was a set up) When I approached security, one guy was awake and another dozing off. The phone rang and the security guy answered it. "uh, huh. yeah.... uh, huh....ok" He hangs up the phone and turns to me and says, "I"m not afraid of you!" I'm quite puzzled. "Look sir, The man at the cage sent me over here. I just want to buy a Gold Spike shirt. And I'm not understanding why this is so difficult." He replied, "Sir, it might be a good idea if you were to leave now." And he motioned at the sleeping guard and threatened to wake him up. We left and went to the Western where our attempts to buy a shirt were equally as fruitless.
 
I remember another time being asked to leave but it was because of someone else

went to vegas in mid september, my ex had some of her friends from law school coming out the week we were there...so one guy was drinking heavy the night before and pretty much up until his flight, probally drinking on the flight as well. He met us for brunch at mona mi gabi and only had mimosas, 3 I think, no food...we walk down to carnaval court and start drinking, i remember him having about 5 or 6 strong ass bacardi and cokes, posibly more, just what I seen...it was dark now and im full of jack and im hungry. so we walk down to wahlburger and put in our reservation, it was i think a 30-45 minute wait...sat at fuel bar and we all had another drink before sitting down for a burger

the one very drunk friend keeps putting his head down on the table, the waiter asked him many times to sit up or she would need to get the manager...finally food comes and hes down again. the manager comes over and says that he needs to sit up or he has to leave. i was literally holding him up with one arm, eating with the other. so I ate fast and was good, down goes drunky again. the rest of the group are half finished the food when the manager says, the bill is ready, please pay and leave...another friend offered to pay the bill but was so drunk he signed his name on the receipt damn near in a circle and added the tip/total wrong so had to get another receipt...

meanwhile drunky gets up, turns around and throws up in a trashcan behind us right in front of the manager and 2 employees. this girl goes to walk him out and he scared this fasmily with their kids by putting his hand on the table and started dry heaving. finally the girl gets him to the door and as soon as he steps outside, he throws up all over...after that we sent them on their way to take drunky back to the hilton. my ex and I went back to fuel for a bit and later were sitting outside.

this girl comes walking by and ask if our friend was ok, I said yes, hes back at his hotel, he had no food today, just alcohol...she said I know , when i opened the door he threw up all over and inside my shoes, they gave me the rest of the night off...i apologized and had him next day give her money to buy a new pair of shows...
 
I'm from an especially provincial suburb. Provincial as in, no one there has ever lived more than three miles from the houses they were born in, and that's just peachy keen with them. When I was back there one time, a guy in a bar tried to tell me a thing or two about the city where I presently live (Washington, DC). I generally let that stuff go, because people just want to vent about Congress or the President or whoever, and I'm the guy they bounce it off of. But he kept pushing...maybe 15 or 20 minutes of it. I'd never set eyes on him before in my life. When he couldn't get a rise out of me, he tried getting personal. Like, real personal. I suggested that maybe he could stand to make it out of his hometown and gain a broader perspective on the universe and its many wonders. He stated that he knew all he needed to know. I stated that he was just another Imbecile from Williamsville (name of the suburb), a 20th century redneck who pretends to know how the world works despite living around the corner from his old high school. The bartender implied that I'd offered a more than adequate assessment of this gentleman's cultural and intellectual shortcomings, and that perhaps just perhaps it might be best to draw the proceedings to a close. I chugged and walked off.
 
At bachelor party in 2015 for old college roommate. We were at lounge area in Mandalay Bay. It was the little sitting area behind the blackjack tables and adjacent to the bar. Apparently we were a little loud and rowdy (five guys in total). Ron was picking up the bill for everyone and was questioning his drink orders almost every time. He kept ordering ciroq vodka on rocks and was getting kettle one instead. Waitress was the one getting pissed over him questioning his drink. She told bartender which then started the domino effect. Security asked us to warp it up and leave property or go to our room. Tab was right under $500. Ron gave her his Amex. Then called and disputed charges for having his evening ruined and not being served what was ordered. Amex wiped the charges.
 
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