It happened to me. Although I wasn't wearing a suit. It was 1978. I was in grad school at UC Santa Barbara. A buddy and I had been partying for most of the weekend and he decided to take a bunch of 'Green Dragon' LSD. Then we decided to drive to Vegas. On the way over I kept having to reassure him him that his hands were not in fact turning into claws. We got to Vegas about 2 AM Monday morning and drove to the Stardust. This was the Stardust of 'Lefty' Rosenthal and Tony 'The Ant' Spilatro. As we walked through the almost empty casino, my buddy told me 'There are pygmies dripping off the ceiling'. I couldn't see them. At that point I had been up for 48 hours and my buddy was about as high as anyone has ever been. We walked by the Baccarat Room and I stopped and watched the game. I'd never seen it before. The pit boss (wearing a tux) motioned me over. He says 'Give it a try, son'. I responded 'I don't know how'. "Its easy" he claims. Bet on "Player or Dealer and you either win or lose". That sounded easy enough. The table had a dealer in a tux and 3 beautiful ladies playing. I'm sure they were casino shills. I pulled out my only $200 (My book money) and bet it on Player. Player Wins. In about 5 minutes I had turned my $200 into $1200, but I looked up and my buddy had disappeared. I told the dealer I had to go. As I got up, the Pit Boss asks "Where are youse staying?". "Nowhere, Man" was my response. "We want you to be guests of the Stardust" he offered. He set us up with a room and tickets to Lido. I found my buddy just staring at the ceiling. Those were the days. The only time a pit boss ever comped me a room.